SelectionIll
Bluelighter
it's in the way she...
she...
we slept together last night. i was mortified. we sat on the futon matress i keep on the floor in my room. it was just us. it was late and we only had the dim lamp on my writing desk turned on. bookshelves and an area rug. that was actually it. i'm suprised she didn't cough, excuse herself and find someone with enough money to buy her a beer tomorrow morning. i have an old sweatshirt-hoody a very good friend of mine gave me. it has the numbers 1954 sewn onto the back in bright yellow. the jacket is black. i wear it every day.
she stood up, slowly unbuttoned her blue jeans, clicking the zipper open, click...click...click.
she slid them down to her ankles, looking at me, always looking right in to my eyes, as she stepped slowly, delicately, out of those jeans. she was wearing powder blue panties. i followed her eyes as she stood up. she picked my jacket up off the floor and pulled it on over her t-shirt. it hung down to the middle of her thighs.
she stood there, a halo of smoky light spreading out from behind her.
i stood up from the bed, much faster and clumsier than i'd hoped. i wanted so badly to be calm, suave. she smiled and stetched out her arms to embrace me. i could smell her flowery perfume mixed with, light, anxious... I couldn't take it anymore!!!
I punched myself in the nose, hard, and heard something crack. i felt it crack, and then the warm flow of blood that made my lips slick. I punched myself again, this time a little higher, right between the eyes, and as i fell, i heard her screamm, and her light footsteps padding out of my bedroom and down the stairs.
when i woke up the next morning, i walked into my kitchen. my roommate, leroy, was sitting at our tiny breakfast table eating raisin bran with orange juice poured over it. we had been out of milk for weeks.
"i found your jacket at the bottom of the stairs this morning. it had blood on it. everything all right?" he asked.
"oh," i replied, "yea. it was all mine."
"well that means you did it right. so," he asked "how'd you like it."
"it was really great. i think she likes me. although," i thought "she didn't keep my jacket."
"I wouldn't worry about it," leroy was like a big brother to me "judging by the shape of your coat, she probably had a bunch of your love on her too."
"yea," i said "the second time i made love to her, all the blood sprayed from the first time."
"that's all right, you'll get better. and next time, your nose won't hurt as much. i promise."
seemore
[ 13 January 2003: Message edited by: SelectionIll ]
[ 13 January 2003: Message edited by: SelectionIll ]
she...
we slept together last night. i was mortified. we sat on the futon matress i keep on the floor in my room. it was just us. it was late and we only had the dim lamp on my writing desk turned on. bookshelves and an area rug. that was actually it. i'm suprised she didn't cough, excuse herself and find someone with enough money to buy her a beer tomorrow morning. i have an old sweatshirt-hoody a very good friend of mine gave me. it has the numbers 1954 sewn onto the back in bright yellow. the jacket is black. i wear it every day.
she stood up, slowly unbuttoned her blue jeans, clicking the zipper open, click...click...click.
she slid them down to her ankles, looking at me, always looking right in to my eyes, as she stepped slowly, delicately, out of those jeans. she was wearing powder blue panties. i followed her eyes as she stood up. she picked my jacket up off the floor and pulled it on over her t-shirt. it hung down to the middle of her thighs.
she stood there, a halo of smoky light spreading out from behind her.
i stood up from the bed, much faster and clumsier than i'd hoped. i wanted so badly to be calm, suave. she smiled and stetched out her arms to embrace me. i could smell her flowery perfume mixed with, light, anxious... I couldn't take it anymore!!!
I punched myself in the nose, hard, and heard something crack. i felt it crack, and then the warm flow of blood that made my lips slick. I punched myself again, this time a little higher, right between the eyes, and as i fell, i heard her screamm, and her light footsteps padding out of my bedroom and down the stairs.
when i woke up the next morning, i walked into my kitchen. my roommate, leroy, was sitting at our tiny breakfast table eating raisin bran with orange juice poured over it. we had been out of milk for weeks.
"i found your jacket at the bottom of the stairs this morning. it had blood on it. everything all right?" he asked.
"oh," i replied, "yea. it was all mine."
"well that means you did it right. so," he asked "how'd you like it."
"it was really great. i think she likes me. although," i thought "she didn't keep my jacket."
"I wouldn't worry about it," leroy was like a big brother to me "judging by the shape of your coat, she probably had a bunch of your love on her too."
"yea," i said "the second time i made love to her, all the blood sprayed from the first time."
"that's all right, you'll get better. and next time, your nose won't hurt as much. i promise."
seemore
[ 13 January 2003: Message edited by: SelectionIll ]
[ 13 January 2003: Message edited by: SelectionIll ]
love your work, as always.
