As we sat in my living room you looked still at your empty hands. But for me there was no emptiness but warmth, bounty, love. I wished I could read your hands as your eyes. Would they tell me more?
I left the room to get our dinner and heard you digging out some records. Then the music started to play.
You told me you liked the dinner and you liked the wine. Angoves Bear crossing, 2ooo. We laughed about the name and I told you the story of me holding a koala in my arms when I was 15. He had looked at me, and he had felt soft and warm. As you?
I just wanted to pretend that everything is normal, but nothing is. It’s different from all the evenings we spent. Maybe it was the air, maybe the sounds outside signalized an upcoming storm. The energy in the air manifested itself as you looked at me.
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Re: Waiting for the Downpour
Date: 2004-07-26 04:50 pm (UTC)I left the room to get our dinner and heard you digging out some records. Then the music started to play.
You told me you liked the dinner and you liked the wine. Angoves Bear crossing, 2ooo. We laughed about the name and I told you the story of me holding a koala in my arms when I was 15. He had looked at me, and he had felt soft and warm. As you?
I just wanted to pretend that everything is normal, but nothing is. It’s different from all the evenings we spent. Maybe it was the air, maybe the sounds outside signalized an upcoming storm.
The energy in the air manifested itself as you looked at me.