She thought often about wearing that dress
The way the silk brushed against her skin
And how his hand felt on the small of her back
She knew it was all a fantasy
He was handsome and charming
And not attracted to women
Still, they went out every night
Holding each other close
While the music pulsed through their bodies
Feeling god like under the lights
Taking chemicals that defied all stereotypes
They would kiss the night away
Their tongues spiraling into a self induced madness
They sat under full moons
Atop jagged cliffs
Their fingers interlocked
Holding crystals in their hands
Dreaming and planning their escape
Their ideas would grow wild
As they laughed with nervous excitement
At the anticipation of it all coming together
They traveled to San Francisco
After drinking sake and
Dancing through
The clubs of Castro
They would stumble back to the hotel
And talk until the morning sun danced
Through the window
They adored one another
And became inseparable
She was his Gala
And he her Salvador
He eventually moved out West
Leaving her behind with his armoire
That she's carried from house to house
They used to talk often
And he would send her beautiful poems
And drawings that represented
The time they spent together
She has since moved on
But often catches herself
Getting lost in the mirror of his armoire
Thinking of him and smiling.
No comments:
Post a Comment