Food Hunt Dream
Broken into two groups of alumni in front of a Little Sue and surroundings. There's a list that we have to fulfill. Certain things we need to purchase within an allotted amount of time. But the clerk is onto us.
We need other options so I run to the Greyhound Station and into the small dark oak restaurant with shabby stainned glass acting as boundaries for each booth. I ask the server what they have on our list. Then P. Diddy or P. Daddy or Jiggly Puff appears.
This is his shitty resturant in the middle of nowhere RVA but somehow I'm not surprised. He recommends the brisket.
I run back to get money and find the game already over...we lost...but who cares. Time to say our goodbyes...
I stand in front of you like I've done before, too close for friends but not close enough for lovers. You look at me and smile aware of my impending expiration date. Do not taste after 06/2005.
I sense my beloveds understanding eyes trying not to look but unable not to. Ignoring the date printed on the box in a blueish faded courier you leave down and kiss and laugh all at once. The childlike joy is so much we fall onto the grass below laughing as we've never laughed before.
Why did it take so long?
On the grass you sit on your elbows above me and look over to beloved who strains to be delighted and un noticing. Laughing again, kissing again. But that's all I can allow. The impulse is followed and filled.
I stand and beloved takes my left hand so gently and I look at him and smile a smile which runs from my toes to my head in my delight of our exploration and this period on the lust. It is time for Him and only Him. I am ready to resign.
We get into our car and he smiles, he understands and is not jealous. I put my hand outside the passenger window, waving a still goodbye. You don't look but I see you sad and grumble on the other side of your head as I wave to your back and smile...
I look at beloved, so satisfied and ready. This is the love I have always wanted. A love, even when his back is turned, to me and from me. A circle. A period.
beloved.
We need other options so I run to the Greyhound Station and into the small dark oak restaurant with shabby stainned glass acting as boundaries for each booth. I ask the server what they have on our list. Then P. Diddy or P. Daddy or Jiggly Puff appears.
This is his shitty resturant in the middle of nowhere RVA but somehow I'm not surprised. He recommends the brisket.
I run back to get money and find the game already over...we lost...but who cares. Time to say our goodbyes...
I stand in front of you like I've done before, too close for friends but not close enough for lovers. You look at me and smile aware of my impending expiration date. Do not taste after 06/2005.
I sense my beloveds understanding eyes trying not to look but unable not to. Ignoring the date printed on the box in a blueish faded courier you leave down and kiss and laugh all at once. The childlike joy is so much we fall onto the grass below laughing as we've never laughed before.
Why did it take so long?
On the grass you sit on your elbows above me and look over to beloved who strains to be delighted and un noticing. Laughing again, kissing again. But that's all I can allow. The impulse is followed and filled.
I stand and beloved takes my left hand so gently and I look at him and smile a smile which runs from my toes to my head in my delight of our exploration and this period on the lust. It is time for Him and only Him. I am ready to resign.
We get into our car and he smiles, he understands and is not jealous. I put my hand outside the passenger window, waving a still goodbye. You don't look but I see you sad and grumble on the other side of your head as I wave to your back and smile...
I look at beloved, so satisfied and ready. This is the love I have always wanted. A love, even when his back is turned, to me and from me. A circle. A period.
beloved.