she sent me a message with
her eyes but I was too busy
trying to understand what
exactly created her interest.
II.
outside the door is the hall,
she waited all night... as if
her purpose had meaning
and when I emerged the
next day she asked when
was it I was coming home.
III.
the cool air felt good
on his heated thoughts,
his mind raced with
all sort of crazy ideas,
all the groupings
were at his disposal,
sooner or later, one of
them would win.
IV.
there is uncertainty in the words I speak
and heard in those spoken to me...
still... we must think the best leaving
the worst possibilities for those who
sit around worrying about them...
V.
she spoke to her audience of animals,
Mr. Buddy... Polo... Missy... and, Pepper Girl
none of them caring whose
turn it was to be fed first;
she spoke to them as she would a sick fried,
it was her attraction to cats that
did her in because they usually
knew how to take care of themselves.
VI.
her face was flushed with anger
but what showed was her
blushing from embarrassment,
she recognized him too late and
they all met in the lobby of the theater
giving reasons as to why they were there.
VII.
the temperature outside was less
than inside but not by much,
air movement was non existent
and the humidity inched its way
up as the sweat dripped down our
steamy bodies while making love.
VIII.
it doesn't matter who approached whom
any longer or why it was something
that we both had pursued... our
feelings never really mattered.
IX.
there was an attitude among them
that could not be changed... a
feeling of superiority where none
should have existed at all...
there was an air about them that
enabled us to detect them in summer,
they were bluer than most and
were making a come back, it appeared.
X.
our emotions were released carefully
but gently... convincing our apprehensions
to compromise just one more time.
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