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Crash
Post a few months into social networking
strangers are likeable in reference to fucking
I say this from personal experience
We have decided to meet
after a month of knowing each other
in the virtual world
cause the stepping stone itself
was instant connection
Since then we have built a castle of
words dreams wants needs
above it-a towering construction
painstakingly recreated from
fragments of leftovers
wiped clean with spit
and slow murmurs
And now we are here
Tendrils of smoke rise slowly
as we sit across facing each other
with our respective cigarettes
[Marlboro and Gudang Garam]
The air sizzles and pops with tense sparks
I ward those off as performance anxiety
Our eyes meet-unwavering
as we listen to our inventive minds
feeding lies that slide down
the dry lizard tongues
and lurch at the speed of thought
at each other grabbing-gobbling
Figurative Rafflesiae
The soft breeze acts like an anaesthetic
somewhere down the line both of us
are pregnant with a hopelessly artificial feeling
of love
Probably that's why we begin to show our
sheer lack of interest in the ensuing
dispassionate conversations
beads of which scatter and get lost
in the maze of verbose oblivion
like broken abaci in pastel
Love always wins in the end
Finally I invite her inside for some wine
She nods and obliges-beamish
once she adjusts her expensive dress
[pulls down a bit-pushes up-exhales]
that dazzles resembling the fluid ocean
in daytime from below-to a drowning man
probably
I pour her a drink [Sula Red]
make myself a whiskey with some soda [Royal Stag]
adjust my pulsating hard-on
She smiles and sips
I try to see thru her see-thru
A blank exotic creature she is
with infinite sadness stuffed within-
in the large green eyes-in the half hidden ears-
in her tiny sinless knuckles
her breasts rise and fall
to drum beats of some requiem song
so it seems
lifeless
Great waves of uncertainty wash over me
inaction gets hold-pins me down
to the stool
In the nick of time
she excuses herself
walks away to stand near the window
She stares at my reflection
not trying to get my attention
rather waiting for me to notice her
fully aware that I would
eventually
A creature of habit
with enough blood
to go one way
Hide and seek commences
She watches me
-study my shirt as if it has secret maps and codes
-pour another drink
-check my cellphone for texts
-go thru a dated Cosmopolitan
-read the copy on the wine bottle
[Not once I look at her]
-pretend to get a call
-flash my phone at her and
-go inside
now it is all about waiting
tick tock tick tock
Muffled conversations float out from outside
that is just intriguing as it suddenly starts to seem
that she is playing me-matching me step by step
I smile my joy of victory
Evenly poised evenings never could look better
I audibly laugh and barge out of the room
still pretending to talk on my cellphone
Outside she stands brandishing her cellphone
before I can act
my phone rings[still stuck to my ear]
in a blast of polyphonic ringtone
Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata
Visibly shaken and startled I try to recover
look at my phone-then at her
She walks out of the door
like a small evening storm
her breasts jiggling [in my eyes]
her stilletos on the hard wood floor
a sense of finality to her act
I try to stop her but my voice drops down
just by few octaves and
dies within
for the sheer lack of something
I clearly don't have
there goes another soulmate
I walk back and find her lip gloss
Strawberry it is-Giordano it reads
Minutes later[teary eyed]
I whimper with my teeth gritted-
my grip clutching my shaft and moving in
a delirious frenzy until in a blur I shoot
a few million motile curses into thin air
that smells of strawberry fields
Yes-everything happens for a reason.
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