my own private margarittaville part two

once, at dawn: certain girls make you feel tingly while on opposite sides of the room, across a table. light is always enough.

i remember, watching strange patrons marching out while i waiyted outside for her in the parking lot (where she had waited for me) and standing with my hands at her hips while i kissed her goodbye (adoration) and then i was moving down belt line radio on and up and every song seemed to fit just so and just like it (i called and told her so) and as i walked in, laying down, pulling the clothes from my body to sleep i kept thinking of the way her skin smells and fell asleep that way, peaceful, resting.

i was asleep before she even got home.

2004-03-10 | 12:52 p.m.
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