thepoet neptune mommy
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18 Dec 2007 08:04 xxx.xxx.xxx.xxx
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[ Contact ] A Short
“Boss?” I look at you. A seagull flies over head and sqaws at us. Signaling that we are in fact the only two people on the planet at this moment. Strange that a seagull would be this far inland as we are at least a thirty minute drive form the nearest beach. You take a step towards me, your feet are silent with your movement. Your eyes are looking deep into me. You lick your full lips and they glisten in the sun. The breeze blows, a car alarm goes off in the distance.
“Yes.” you say with a grin. You reach up and remove my red hat from my head, spin it around and pull it down onto your own. tucking your hair that is still in pigtails behind your ear. We still have not touched. You step closer, I can feel the vibrations of your energy. You look towards the bench. “Have a seat.”
You step over to the bench, turn and sit down, your eyes never leaving mine. You pat the bench with your right hand, motioning for me to sit too. I look at my watch again. 10 minutes late for the meeting. I start to speak, you interrupt.
“Let me see your cell phone.“ You say fervently. I thrust my hand into my left pocket and pull the device out. I extend my arm to hand it to you, the phone cradled in my hand that is turned palm up. You place your hand on top of mind but do not pull the phone away. Your right pinky finger, dips down and gently touches my thumb. From the exterior I am acting completely unaware that we’re touching, but I know you know I know. You smile slyly at me, cock your head to one side.
You grip the phone with your other fingers and slide it slowly away. Still staring at me from under my red hat with the frayed edge. You flip open the phone without looking at it, and dial numbers again without looking, pull the phone to your ear, smile. You look away, take a breath then you speak quickly.
“Stacy. It’s Noel, we have that production meeting at 2 right? Yes, lets push that to 3:30, I have some things to take care of. Right. Right. No I’ll let him know. Alright, thanks.”
You shut the phone with a click. Finger it with both hands. I extending my hand to take it back hoping that we’ll touch again. You hand it to me with no contact this time.
“Sit down.” You say, patting the bench again. I take a step towards the bench and sit, only inches form your thighs. Your legs are crossed right over left, and your blue skirt is dancing around your knees, I turn my body towards you, put my left arm around the back of the bench, close to your shoulders but not touching them. You shift towards me as well, flip your right pigtail over your shoulder, your soft hair falls over the back of the bench resting on my arm. Your hands in your lap, left hand over right, your ring finger naked. I grab the bill of the hat with my right hand and lift it off your head, place it back on mine. I reach up and place my hand on the top of your head and smooth your hair down, wrapping my hand around your pigtail near your ear, the backs of my fingers slightly touching your left cheek for the first time, I slide my hand down your hair to the very bottom of it and let go. I place my hand back in my lap.
The seagull flies over head. |
