dolorous interludes.

"i made my way to your place in the heart of the night, riding on a cab, feeling the nervousness of meeting you, and having snuck out of the house for the first time. all this, for you. the feeling of disobedience felt all so virginal that i started to question how worthwhile this trip would be. the cab ride was certainly no different from the rest, but i felt it a magical experience, as a musician having performed its first concerto would. upon reaching the dark lane leading to this strange white house, i looked at myself in the rear mirror; 'oh those flat features on my face! surely he would dislike me for it! ' the insecurity overflowed as tears, as meandering streams would, in a bank filled with silt. i paid without even looking to the driver, said a crisp and dry thank-you, and stepped out into the cold of the night. you were standing at the porch, and oh how my body warmed and flushed as i saw you; that vague visage i saw for myself only so rarely now came full into view as a rising moon would to the diamond stars. i trembled at the unfamiliarity, and quite simply, i walked on, melting into the portrait of passion that was to ensue. ", all this, i saw and felt in a night, and upon awaking, i wished only, that it had been reality.

posted by voyeur @ 10/03/2003 06:57:00 PM