TIME , waits for no man.
but he waits like buggery for the womenfolk., And the cows.
Put on some old Billy Holiday..... light some candles, and turn the lights down low. Thats the kind of hurry, shes in when we gotta go out.
Ill just go wear out the car.while you get dressed.
I love arriving late. I showed up for the Melnicks sons bahmitsfer, a year late. All the cake was gone. Fuck theyre pigs. But we did find some shoes that dont make her friggin arse look big., so it was worth the friggin wait.
How long are kisses. and who would ever have the presence of mind to be concious of the time.. A kiss is like buying minutes. You dont age, for the whole time youre kissiing.....and when you stop kissing, you age all of a sudden. And your lips become scared of parting company.
Rubbing mouths together, must seem disgusting to a gum disease specialist. His wife has gotten used to rubbing knees when he gets home. the kids see people in bus shelters  swapping spit,... and they beleive they have seen Beelzabub.
I kissed  Sheryl  against my fathers workbench, below the back window.
My legs were jellied.. I  was dizzy in my bum.
My Tackle , was born. and would live forever.
Mum kept my door open, for fear of me not knowing what to do when the moment came., and she could instruct maybe.
We kissed in someones parents bed, at the end of the hall, at a party.
Warmth and inexperience make for heated moments.
And Id trade every moment since, for that one moments anticipation.

I saw Sheryl , years later.  We were now strangers. A bizarre scenario, observed by people and goldfish. I couldnt relate a single feeling to that moment all those years ago..
All I wanted was the knobbing. But, as any youthful male knows.....the romance has to come first.
   ..I dont beleive that now. I think They just wanted the knobbing too.

another place, another time