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"And ten, ten, ten, ten for everything, everything, everything!"
Work is especially stressful this week so I'm not writing about it.
We sit in your car in the pouring rain, steaming up the windows, your apartment only a short shrieking run away but we don't move. You say, "let's stay here a while." Here we have privacy.
This is the chosen venue and I am the audience. I wait.
You tell me the story, the story you don't tell your parents. I'm not sure why but maybe you need to tell it and see no judgement. The details bite in places deep down inside me. I can feel your hurt and loneliness. I hope you see only love.
We are gemini, the twins, the opposites. We sit in the hazy grey of downpour.
Our food is cold and gross but I don't care about food. I only care about you. It wasn't me, it never was. But you complete my sentences when I pause and gaze on my soul without flinching. Now I comfort your soul in a claptrap car dripping, not with passion, but humidity. Is there any love more real?
"And me I'm here to sing along,
I'm not concerned with righting (writing) wrongs,
Just asking questions that belong without an answer." -- Jethro Tull "The Chateau D' Isaster Tapes"
(it actually hurts me to quote such a classic rock song, but the female in question agreed to the goodness of fit of this song with my role)
"He's your oldest and your best friend.
if you need him, he'll be there again.
He's always willing to be second best
the perfect lodger, the perfect guest." --- Bob Seger "Beautiful Loser"
We sit in your car in the pouring rain, steaming up the windows, your apartment only a short shrieking run away but we don't move. You say, "let's stay here a while." Here we have privacy.
This is the chosen venue and I am the audience. I wait.
You tell me the story, the story you don't tell your parents. I'm not sure why but maybe you need to tell it and see no judgement. The details bite in places deep down inside me. I can feel your hurt and loneliness. I hope you see only love.
We are gemini, the twins, the opposites. We sit in the hazy grey of downpour.
Our food is cold and gross but I don't care about food. I only care about you. It wasn't me, it never was. But you complete my sentences when I pause and gaze on my soul without flinching. Now I comfort your soul in a claptrap car dripping, not with passion, but humidity. Is there any love more real?
"And me I'm here to sing along,
I'm not concerned with righting (writing) wrongs,
Just asking questions that belong without an answer." -- Jethro Tull "The Chateau D' Isaster Tapes"
(it actually hurts me to quote such a classic rock song, but the female in question agreed to the goodness of fit of this song with my role)
"He's your oldest and your best friend.
if you need him, he'll be there again.
He's always willing to be second best
the perfect lodger, the perfect guest." --- Bob Seger "Beautiful Loser"