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By jwb71913 Date: 2004 Aug 17 Comment on this Work [[2004.08.17.22.50.809]] |
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A moonless night with stars bright, the beginning of a friendship. We sat beside the lake and talked into the night, sang to the stars and danced with no music on the rocky shore. I knew at that moment that we were a good fit, though I restrained myself from kissing her as long as I could, waiting for just the right moment. The moment was right, so right that I felt in my heart the empty feeling disappear, the terrible wounds close, and the burst of anticipation and excitement I had felt the first time I offered a crushed rose from my blue jeans pocket to a little girl in majorette boots over forty four years ago. The air was filled with dust and the wind howled from the Northwest with a vengeance. It was bike week in Sturgis S.D., the roads were crammed with motorcycles of every description, from all over the States. Like an old teenager movie, they filled the rearview and roared past, most single, a few women on their own bikes, and a few couples, the passengers huddled against the backs of their men hiding faces from the dry harsh wind. I'd been out of cell range for days, and my thoughts were filled with images of her, though I'd only just met her. Her smile, her easy laugh, the way the au jus from the Italian Beef sandwich made her lips glow in the dark restaurant. As I rested my eyes in the passenger seat while my son drove, I saw in the red glow from the sunlight through my eyelids a vision of her, the heat from her lust simmering under a cool exterior, like a volcano preparing to erupt. The images blurred and cleared, as I drifted between conscious thought and sleep. Through the red blur, I saw that the look on her face meant she wanted me, and it felt good. I knew I wanted her. |