I remember the worried look on my Mothers face.
The frown she gave my dress
As she turned to Jackie questioning my apparel.
I really didn’t care
Unless you did.
I felt the little jitter arise as I got closer and closer to Barnes & Noble.
On the bus I was
Remembering my birthdays rejection
And assuming I was on my way to another one.
I just thought it’d be simple and it would just be a forced pinch
Where I’d close my eyes and just go for it.
You weren’t there when I arrived
And I waited and calmed myself down
With a raw thought that this wasn’t going to be cooking.
But.
At last you arrived.
We sat down in the New Age isle
We didn’t have books stacked up
We just had one that suited our imagination.
I knew your hands were itching to touch mine
Your lips were licked and ready.
That was the day you asked for more
And I grew generous.
