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Jan 2020
And just like that  
You asked me to hop on behind you
In your little electric scooter
I was dazed,
And a bit confused

Amused
I suddenly felt how tall I was
And I was definitely heavy too
What if I did something awkward or clumsy
I’d become a fool in your eyes
And less of a man in my own

A million scenarios raced in my manly mind

Was I allowed to
rest my palms on your shoulders
while getting up on the scooter
What if the ride was bumpy
and I was off balance
Was it ok for me to hold on to you somewhere
Around your waist maybe

God ! No.  
That would be completely inappropriate
It’s far too familiar
Had I lost all sense of propriety
I chided myself
And you’d definitely think I’m creepy
I cringed at the thought

And decided to keep my hands glued to the sides of the scooter no matter what

We might fall
In fact, we definitely will, my mind decided itself
I mean, the roads are terrible
And I am a gigantic ogre
And you
Could anyone be more delicate than you are
The whole thing seemed like such a bad idea

Anyway
After what seemed like an eternity
I bit my tongue
Took a deep breath
And managed to somehow get on
Making sure I avoid touching you
Even accidentally
Did I really need to make things that awkward

Immediately
You took me for a ride
Sitting behind you
Was like being transported  to a different world
Obviously
I had underestimated
You were confident and strong and graceful
I marveled at you
Weaving across the people and the cycles and the potholes
Laughing as you spoke
I hardly listened

Stunned
by the rush of events
I found myself dangerously too near you
It felt all wrong
and I couldn’t escape
Your hair smelled delightfully fragrant  
I became irritated with myself
for wanting to know what shampoo you use

I observed
the nape of your neck
with tiny beads of sweat glistening In the warm afternoon sun
And wondered
Does your sweat taste equally as salty as mine does
Who in their right mind thinks that

I was struck
At the difference between my brutish dark arms
And your bright shapely ones
Delighting at how stark we appeared when near each other
How childish am I

It felt
As if all eyes were on us
Staring at the thoughts inside my head
Shaking their heads in disappointment and derision
I wished it was me riding now
And you sitting at the back
Maybe none of this would have happened then

Desperate
I prayed fervently
And it all started coming back
I remembered
We are not the body
We are spirit souls
Just then
Our destination arrived
The ride came to an end
I was relieved it was over
Disappointed, it didn’t last long
Written by
Foolish Philosopher  31/M/NY
(31/M/NY)   
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   DivineDao
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