“wheee–eeee–eh-ehhhh-eeehhh-enn I….haaaa–aaaad you-ooo”
(one and a half cappucinos + one and a half bottles of wine + mcdonald’s wifi + jackson 5’s “who’s lovin’ you?” = happy happy)
life, you take me by surprise.
life, you seduce me with friendship, with promises of colombian kissie kiss, with christ’s love, with your warm invitations to indulge myself in your geological architecture and your design of the feminine form. life, you reward me unjustly with the evasive treasure of authentic friendship; the assured silence of a shared moment, the quiet infiltrations of remembered song which escape not the vibrating membranes of an ear drum. life, you are a dazzling street performer, calling out to me with your magic tricks as i pass you by on the street, demanding my attention and my recompense. and i am happy to pay you back. i am happy to put hand to hand in forceful repitition and say ‘good show!’
life, you’re not always kind. but you are always beautiful. and you are always willing to extend that gracious hand which holds in its palm the great secret, which all men at some point cease to sense; that quiet whispering of the night wind or that gentle lick of her tongue which says to him simply this:
and i do. at least for now.