Meeting.....
From across the room you caught my eye...in that stare that glance I felt revealed, caught, captured...It only took a second. I knew what it was although we had not met before.
That first encounter was so innocent, so sweet. We chatted and exchanged witty comments and jokes...the kind you can only make when you are really really listening. It only took that one encounter to know what this was...
We started sneaking away together. At the grocery store as a I pulled my cart haphazardly along the aisles, throwing in items that I though we would enjoy together. You were so warm, so understanding of my sometimes neurotic grocery shopping...
On another occasion we met at the top of the trail near my house. I, all sweaty and I felt confident that you'd like me anyhow...staring out at the ocean, the wind blown sky and the rising of the sun, I could hear you whispering..I could hear in your voice your calling out to me, your desire, your lust, your yearning, for me.....I continued to stare out at the crisp morning day as I listened to your whisper....When the sun finally made it to its destination, I made my way down the hill not ever acknowledging your whisper...
At the bottom you openly called me out...wondering why I hadn't responded to your whispers at the top of the hill. I tried, I really did try to respond but all I could muster was a whimper and suddenly sobbing almost hysterically..openly. At the site of this you enveloped me and I sobbed greater..louder.
After that incident we saw each other with less frequency at my insistence. I began to hide from you, I began to busy myself, engrossed myself in work and so much more...
You backed off, much to my great relief and regret...And slowly I began to forget about you...
And then you came knocking one day, just as I thought I was over it..over you. You arrived at my doorstep. I was speechless and you were grateful for that..I tried not to hear you, I really tried not to, but I heard you, I heard you say, 'Qiana it's me LOVE...its so nice to meet you."
That first encounter was so innocent, so sweet. We chatted and exchanged witty comments and jokes...the kind you can only make when you are really really listening. It only took that one encounter to know what this was...
We started sneaking away together. At the grocery store as a I pulled my cart haphazardly along the aisles, throwing in items that I though we would enjoy together. You were so warm, so understanding of my sometimes neurotic grocery shopping...
On another occasion we met at the top of the trail near my house. I, all sweaty and I felt confident that you'd like me anyhow...staring out at the ocean, the wind blown sky and the rising of the sun, I could hear you whispering..I could hear in your voice your calling out to me, your desire, your lust, your yearning, for me.....I continued to stare out at the crisp morning day as I listened to your whisper....When the sun finally made it to its destination, I made my way down the hill not ever acknowledging your whisper...
At the bottom you openly called me out...wondering why I hadn't responded to your whispers at the top of the hill. I tried, I really did try to respond but all I could muster was a whimper and suddenly sobbing almost hysterically..openly. At the site of this you enveloped me and I sobbed greater..louder.
After that incident we saw each other with less frequency at my insistence. I began to hide from you, I began to busy myself, engrossed myself in work and so much more...
You backed off, much to my great relief and regret...And slowly I began to forget about you...
And then you came knocking one day, just as I thought I was over it..over you. You arrived at my doorstep. I was speechless and you were grateful for that..I tried not to hear you, I really tried not to, but I heard you, I heard you say, 'Qiana it's me LOVE...its so nice to meet you."
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