The First Encounter,
I was nervous, I spent an afternoon waiting for the time to come. Inside an empty burger-king I waited for 8:30 to come. I received a text, she said she would be right up the street from there. I killed my milkshake, and began the pilgrimage towards what would turn out to be one of the best days in recent memory. The street was pitch black, except for the lights of passing cars. Momentary glimpses of ground, and home, and trees. Near the corner a silouete I recognized it from her facebook picture. I could tell it was her but the cars passing by would give me but seconds of visibility. At this point there are two things going through my mind. Will she be the same in person? Is her voice pleasant or annoying, and whiny? And then I was close enough that I could see her face, and the later question was answered as the first word she ever said to me climbed out of her mouth. A pleasant surprise, the first of the evening. Her voice, smooth like those red velvet ropes at the bank, it evoked the same feeling as this song http://youtu.be/cJsyMmC76aM . My thoughts are quieted, and the non-calculative part of me burst out of its cage, and there I was vulnerable, available, and completely captivated by this person, and her words, and her thoughts, and her body. We walked up to a park that resides atop a mountain, talking sharing each other. We walked in, and we saw the lights, the bright and humble colonial lamps. Marking the road up to a library, the architecture of which makes it look like an Arab palace. We walked around the outside halls, and found the most magic spot, a place behind the library lit by the only lamp that was not like the others this one looked like an orb. Due to an obvious technical malfunction the light in this one had cycles. It began dark, and slowly gained force it became blue, and light blue, and orange, and then bright red, and then it shut off, and began its cycle over again. In front, and off to the side of it by a few feet of it were benches, and next to it a sequoia tree. She commented on it. I told her its look as as if it touched the sky. So much so that it felt as if by climbing it you could pick an airplane right off the cloud covered sky. It reminded me of king kong. I put my arm behind her on the bench. After a few seconds she leaned into it, until we ended up comfortably me cradling her in my arms. She grabbed my hand, and began playing with it. Effortless speech pouring from our mouths each word marking a tic closer to the time in which we had to leave. As if time rushed in shyness, an hour and a half had passed. We got up from the bench, and went further into the dark park. To find another pleasant surprise, a perfect smooth circle of grass outlined with palm trees. A single picnic table in the center. And one star, one jealous star peeking through the clouds. We looked into each others eyes, and it happened. A kiss. Which soon became a lusty exchange of appreciation. Another hour, and a half of this. And it was time for her to leave, I walked her to her house, close to this small cluster of shops meant to kick you back into the 40's We walked around there, and found a brick wall. My lips were a little chapped, she brought out a chapstick. And applied it to my lips, and then she kissed me again it tasted minty, and fresh. A toothpaste kiss. I walked her home, and then I walked the wonderfull contortion of feelings that I was to my own house, and I slept happy, and sad, and craving more of her. Of her company, of her thoughts, of her soft lips, of her.
Here's a song for the road: http://youtu.be/t_tR5cCtGtE
