"The Cafe' - Life As We Live It"
"Once Upon A Time..."
I've found myself 'day-dreaming' again - dangerous to be doing that because it makes for intense thoughts... and just how can emotional stability survive when your mind is re-inventing your 'heart' over and over and over again? And its not spring-generated fantasies of long-svelte-limbed, angel-faced, hour-glass-figured, cookie-cutter, 20-ish, magazine-material women - though god KNOWS there ARE a few of them around... lol, quite a few on sunny days and this IS a College town!
And its not just sexually-oriented-day-wishes; though I am a MAN you know, so a few of THOSE have been known to slip in from time-to-time. Its mainly that I find myself ‘playing’ a mental ****** game of - he says then she says and he says and she says and they go and do something quite bland - but its done together, and it HAS heart and meaning, and then it continues on-and-on until maybe there’s a ******-oriented moment but most usually its just a soft kiss, shared-smile, and a see you tomorrow thing. Yeah, ‘dangerous’.
I looked up from the page… tracking, tracking… Ah there she is. “Mary?” “More coffee please?”
Sitting back - straighter, straighter still, body stretching itself internally in sections - tensions easing away. My head moved slowly (with intent) side-to-side and I felt those telltale ‘tweaks’ of - oh GOD that feels good!
”Coffee-time huh?” she said as she poured. “So how IS your daily scribbling coming along?” “Mind if I,” she began as she looked over the page. “Dangerous huh?” “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”
And then she suddenly had this ‘look’ on her face… and actually began to blush… “****, uh… I gotta get back to work.” Turning away, she quipped a “ Holler when you need more coffee hon,” over her shoulder.
She IS cute… well back to it.
Drifting… drifting… How many shades of auburn are there anyway? And what is it that makes me want to see and appreciate just how the hair frames the face and eyes. And it’s not an unconscious desire by any means - I really do SEE just that way - most days.
I like the feel of a woman’s hair. It’s softness and strength, the way it flows so naturally through fingertips. And then there’s the way it moves as her head moves, echoing so many things she’s feeling inside - demureness, excitement, heat, heart. Hmmmm… yeah, dangerous.
I paused, focused on the present and an awareness of my surroundings. Mary was just moving away… the coffee cup was full and a Hershey’s Kiss was next to it.
It’s the little things
oft without thought,
and yet sometimes with so much more
Little things we didn’t HAVE to do
but just wanted to -
because we could,
because we can,
because if we don’t - then who would or will?
Little things -
that break my heart
because they were never noticed.
A piece of an interrupted chapbook. Feel free...