Tales from the Wordpress Crypt #15

Smooching

This one goes out to a very special (momentary) lady.

Luck strolled in on my arm, and blew on my dice real hard.

There’s only one reason why I am in this predicament. Sit-rep, I’m back with Catherine. We’ve been cooing all week. Here’s how it happened. When it all ended, I was acting upon personal, selfish instincts. There were other fish in the sea, and my rod was hooked and baited. I never wanted to end up this way. Truth is, I probably did. The girl I had been fishing for all this time was right here in front of me. I’m losing marks fast, and the only reason I can think of is deep seeded. It’s me. I’m in this mess cause I need to be. Hippies aren’t this free.

Catherine is there, I am here. There’s no simpler interpretation behind it, just gratification… geographic convenience. If I was a fish, then Catherine would be the lure. If I was a lure, then Catherine would be the fisherman. She takes care of me, and I so desperately need to be taken care of somedays. But why? Because I’m a man of the world, no doubt. Just because we have very aggressive styles of behaviour, predatory even, doesn’t mean we need to follow them towards the bitter end. There’s a change coming on and I don’t want to witness it alone. Period. End of the line Jack. Cut me out.

So Catherine, I write this tonight because I can’t bring myself to write anything else. There is no worth in any of it and I always ask myself why. But for you, I stay very complacent. The question is easily answered and I find relief. It was simple enough, I just had to look inside myself. There it was all along, the answer, I can’t live alone. Neither can you, I think. That’s good, we’ll have each other’s company. I mean it too. It would be nice to share this time with you. This moment can be ours. And I hope you find as much tranquillity as I do. There’s never been a better chance to open up.

So be good for goodness’ sake. Do not worry Catherine, I will be there for you; I know you will be there for me, It’s all we need. Smooching would be good too however. Hot kisses on a cold evening never sounded so good; I hope you can agree. And the way you shut your eyes and part your lips, I know it was meant to be. That’s hard to forget, and I wasn’t even trying. I better shut my thoughts before I let a whopper slip through. There’s no need to be indignant my love, this love is meant too.

I’d kiss your hand if you’d allow. I know it’s kinda lame, but I’d kiss it anyhow. Like a poor man kisses the winning ticket. Like the sky kisses the sea. Two halves become one whole; it can never be so sublime as this. There is no other, I swear it. There is no room for one.