What
is lust?
Upon
entering the flat, she turned to kiss him. In the lips, she opened his mouth
with her tongue. He was caught surprise in a moment but he caught on and let
it happen.
He
wanted it too. He had to admit he wanted it too. There was no way he could
deny it.
He
had her breast cup on his hand. Have his tongue up and down her neck. Seated
on the couch, she was atop him.
Dazed.
He wanted her and as if he couldn’t get enough of her.
What
is love?
He
looked; all there was was an empty street.
Hope.
There is being positive, optimist, and then there is being stupid. It’s a
fine line.
What
is there left to do? He looked; he lost her.
Regret.
He had the chance. With a heavy heart, he opted to seat at the side
pavement.
What
is destiny?
He
had lost her.
Perhaps,
it’s not meant to be. Or, it’s meant to be all right. She was meant to
make him fall in love but he was meant to regret forever.
He
hoped it wasn’t so but then what else is there?
Is
destiny the end all of everything?
When
does one say there is absolutely no hope?
How
does one stop hoping?
From
the distance, he could still hear the thumping music from the clubs. He
looked up. He saw no one. Turned to see where the clubs were, he decided to
go back. He doesn’t really feel like it but then where is he to go?
He
stood up.
And
there she was. Bare footed, her shoes on hand. He saw why, one of her
shoes’ heels broke and that she was seated all along the pavement too. He
didn’t saw her because a parked car hid her. He smiled.
Fate?
Slowly,
he walked toward her.
“Hi…”
he said.
“Yes…”
she asked.
“I’m
David…” he introduced himself.
“Yes…”
she asked again.
He
was smiling. She wasn’t.
“Is
there a problem?” he asked looking at her bare foot to tell her he
noticed.
“My
stupid heels broke.” She answered showing him her shoes.
“Are
you alone?”
She
nodded.
“Do
you have a ride?”
“I
meant to catch a cab.”
Fate,
how could it happen so fast, in bliss?
Lust,
of course. He wants her but he thought he’d take it slow so not to
startle.
Talk,
lots of talks. Dinner.
Conversations
–getting to know each other more over coffee.
He
wants to get to know her better. He doesn’t know why, he just wanted to.
He doesn’t know why when what he feels is absolute. His world crumbled
when he thought he lost her.
He
woke up in a kaleidoscope of colors. It was her wall adorned with paintings.
Her ceiling, perpetual blue sky and cotton clouds.
She
was asleep, curled up to her side. Naked. She was beautiful.
Slowly
not to wake her, he slipped off the bed. Walked toward the paintings on the
wall. Kaleidoscope of colors, all that is beautiful, and everything that is
of our childhood fantasy, perfection. He looked closely to see who did it.
“Katherine
'02”
He
wondered.
What
was her name?
Katherine?
The
sun is just creeping, dawn of a new day.