Where The Days Go

A ramble for the sake of rambling...

Yesterday it was hot. Women and men, both alike, wore much less clothing. Some wore next to none, and lay in the park, making as much of what they will show the world a lovely golden brown. Some may have turned an ugly red.

There were frisbees everywhere, and volleyballs. Several men were running up and down hills and stairs. One looked like he did only that, and was entirely made of muscles. The others seemed to be chasing after that man with panting breath.

Sweaty chests on display. And thighs blow into sight, as wispy summer dresses swish as you jiggle.

It might not be summer today, but it was yesterday. It felt like it, and people felt like. Everyone fell all over themselves into the role. Everyone was different, or trying to change.

I undid a button or two on my shirt, and walked with mostly quiet ease. The odd twist put in my step by thoughts of my own "new beginings," my own changes, women and other people, myself, my life... as much as I would let myself think about such things. Some are still locked down tight. Just in case. Though, I thought about dealing with them too, and even looked at them out of the corner of my eye.

It feels like a good season to be easy with yourself and everyone.

And just what happens.

I feel like sharing something... really because it's the first time I've had something of my own to share in a while... but I almost don't care what it is.

The Stare

I stared around the doorway
As she brushed and fiddled
Until I filled the place
And she stared back
“What do you think?”
What do I think?
I was thinking about hair
So I took it to me
Slid into it and moved it
Looked at her in the mirror
Held it in a bunch
Let it flow around her face
Pretended this was cut
If I could have it all my way

“like this” I said
When my stomach churned

I hadn’t been paying attention to her
She was staring again
Almost shaking in silence
I wanted her to acknowledge
Her sex, and her effect
And missed until later
Any feeling of significance
In the weight of her gaze
That chewed me

I was filled with knowing
My hands would smell of her
Whenever I sipped something