Redirecting

quick phrases shot back and forth
nothing reveling and minor sunburns
radiation poisoning, little green men and women
climbing all over her coffee table
we play thumb war in the back seat
lifeless hand clenched in mine, i let her win
she knew i did
so i wipe the sweat off and we go the second round
bobble head
neck made of springs
body fashioned after a younger being
and the taste of lust fills my mouth
mixes with the cigarette smoke and clinking of glasses
background noise for the big game
i amp myself up to destroy her innocence
but just like that
it's redirected and funneled into someone else
leafs dance down the sidewalk
and the birds of paradise are growing strong again
it's been a year now in this place, this beautiful place
and my eyes are wide ready for more
vibrations
up and down my spine
vibrations
up and down my legs
fingers reach for the bottle, the phone, the pen
to write about false beings
phonies
dead doe eyed woman
passing through my mind
collecting small bits of truth
that my mouth left behind
and securing my grip
around her small wrist
we don't let red lights scare us off into the night
dogs barking
horns honking
sirens wailing
we run off into the night
like animals
ready to turn on each other
and rip ourselves to shreds
i push her onto the grass knoll outside of the church
that ends on a one way street
with an elementary school across from us
i push her feet against my chest
and as the blood rushes into ourselves
she whimpers
and i win

she sat over on the ledge. "got a cigarette?". i handed her one and she slipped down onto her couch. "whew", she sighed, " i can usually take care of myself, but there's one type that's so hungry you have to hold them off."
"you brought him up here to hold him off?"
"you don't approve?"
"who am i to disapprove? but if you pick up a guy while you're out dancing and bring him home you've got to expect advances. he has a right to make a pass at you. it's not a game on your terms."
"i go there because i like to dance, and i don't see that because i let a guy bring me home i've got to go to bed with him. you don't think i went to bed with him do you?"

my image of the two of them in each others arms popped like soap bubbles.

"now if you were the guy, it would be different."
"eh?"
"just what it sounds like, if you were to ask me, i'd go to bed with you."
i tried to keep my composure, "thanks, i'll keep that in mind."
she leaned forward and her button up shirt opened at the neck, revealing tasty treats. slipping her arms around me she waited for me to do something. i knew what was expected of me, and i told myself there was no reason not to. after all, i wasn't the one making the advances. and she was different than any other women i've met before. perhaps she was right for me at this emotional level.

so damn attractive. so full of life and excitement. her voice, her eyes- everything about her was an invitation.

-daniel