I love you Maytime
A short love story
By
Jude Kyrie.

I was sitting on a
central park bench
alone again.
She was gone
my job was gone.
It's ok she never loved me
I thought.
Well perhaps I never loved her either.
I loved the money
hated the job.
so where am I now?

The power job the money
the recognition
The trophy girlfriend.
That's what I wanted
That's what I desired.
Well they had all gone now.
And I felt so ****** alone.

That's when I met
the the crazy lady .
The hippie on steroids.
She said
Hello Maytime.
I said Maytime?
Yes she purred.
wanna be my Maytime?

I need a new project
and you look like
you need saving.
Come back with me
and have a coffee she said.
She was sort of hippie pretty.

I followed her.
What's the harm in a coffee.?
It was a walk up
just on the outskirts
of central park.
It was nice
except for the six puppies
running about the place.
I steal them
from the perfume company labs.
They use them
for experimental purposes
They hurt their eyes.
she explained her crime
in a matter of fact manner.
So I break in and get them.
I save things she said.

I will save you too
if you want.
I---I don't need saving
I explained.
You do so badly
Just look how lost you are.
No job no girl
no love
no happiness.
No scent of a lover on you.
You are lost in the wilderness.

Stay here just for Maytime.
thirty days
I will cure you.
I turned to the door to leave
She was nutty as a fruitcake.
But she swirled me to face her
I saw her inner beauty.
Her eyes were blue as the spring sky.
Her lips soft and curved at the ends
In a smile
that was just bursting to get out.

It was me I think
Yes for sure it was me.
I pulled her close
and kissed her perhaps
too hungry
too greedy
too taking
Too presumptuous.

Slowly she begged
slowly Maytime
Gently be gentle honey.
I left her and ran outside.

She followed me out
into the deluge of night rain.
Don't go she purred
be my sweet Maytime.
She held my hand.
Holding my head
into her soft breast.

I thought she could not see
the tears falling down my face.
But she knew...she knew
they were there.

I followed her back
into the apartment.
She took me to her bed.
I was quiet and gentle
Just like she asked of me
Just like I wanted to be
Somewhere deep inside myself.

I said stupid things to her.
That a man like me never says.

Like you are so beautiful
I need you
I need you so much
You are an angel
help me please.
help me find me.

I reached for her so gently
Our lips finding electricity
when they almost
but not quite touched.
Igniting sparks in me that
I had never felt.before.

She took off my shirt
I was hers all of hers.
She kissed away my my tears
don't stop them
let them out she whispered.
Let them all go honey.
And she made love to me.

I was found
at last this was the me
I had been lost
for so long
in the wilderness of
New York City life.
I slept deeply
and peacefully
for the first time
In years.
I lay in her arms all night.
On waking I whispered
I am falling in love with you.
I felt her stiffen in our embrace.

Don't ever say that Maytime.
Never say that that again
Or I Will end us early.
I knew she meant it.

I got a phone call
my boss offered me
my old job back.
She said
if you take it we are over
It's what you hate doing.
I turned it down
and lay in homage of her.

May went by
A day at time unnoticed.
I felt all I could not say
I was in love.
Hopelessly in love with her.

Then I took the puppies for a walk!
When I got back
she was being sick real badly.
I held her close
and she was crying
in the middle of the day.
Hush hush honey
it's ok
I will make it ok
I promised.
But I couldn't.

She was very sick
She had always been sick.
This saving thing
was her redemption.

She said are you cured maytime
it's only the twenty fifth of May.
I said yes sweetheart
I am cured.
I have been cured
since the first day of May.

When she left me
It was the last day of May.
I was out finding forever homes
for Brahms and Liszt
Two of her puppies.

She left a note for me
by her bed
on the night table.
She wrote
I always loved you
sweet Maytime.
Always.

I got back to work last week
It's not much of a job
The pay is lousy
The hours are long.
But I help people
at the homeless shelter.
And funnily enough
I really love the work.