pool
By donnamarie
i looked across the couch. and there he was. just starin' at me. you know that lil stare. "well, now that you got me here, after all these miles and years what are ya gonna do with me? Hm?" (i brushed the sleep from my hazel eyes.) and with a lil smile, he replied: "i'm gonna love you. i'm gonna hold you. i'm gonna make it all go away. i'll be your band-aide. i'll be your teddy bear. i'll be your rock star. i'll be your revolutionary. i'll be your baby. i'll be your friend. i'm gonna love you." (dramatic pause) "your red hair. your hazel eyes. your melodrama. your fickelness. your thighs. your wrists. your scars. your issues. your temper. your blood. i'm gonna love you." now dumbstuck with fear and delight, i sat up and pulled the cover around me and turned on the light. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: well, i opened my eyes, and to my surprise, there he was, just as before. that lil stare was not on me. that stare was focused on the TV! he looked over in time, while i checked for drool. he smacked my leg and said, ya wanna go play pool?"i was napping before my last class of the day and this is what oozed out of my subconscious and onto the pillow. damn, now i gotta go do laundry!!! Written April 10th, 2002 © on Apr 10 2002 06:07 AM PST 0 • 10
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