"Love of my life" - Dave Matthews Band and Santana
I can't forget the taste of your mouth.
From your lips, the heavens pour out.
I can't forget when we are one.
You alone and I am free.
Everyday, every night.
You alone, are the love of my life.
The first dusk of July
For Tim, who asked me why I don't write about him. Plus, he doesn't mind me and my gaming*.
"What are you wearing?", he asks.
"It's a shirt", I respond.
"It looks like a dress".
"If it was a dress my butt would be hanging out".
"Your butt does hang out of your dresses".
"No it doesn't, weirdo. You are confusing me with your porn actress fantasies".
"Oh, yeah", he says and laughs. I laugh, too.
I watch the sky turn pink, blue and purple. It's the first dusk of the month. I look at him across the dining room table. I tell him, "I just want to listen to oldies music and slow dance with you tonight. Then we will take a shower and go to sleep". I look at him for a few seconds. I don't know if he heard me. He is focused on whatever is on his computer screen.
"Are you listening to me?", I ask.
"Yeah", he responds.
"What did I say?"
"Slow dance, shower and sleep. Hopefully, we can fit sex in there", he says and looks at me with a grin. I roll my eyes and laugh again.
I call up my best friend and talk to her for half an hour. While doing so I make a playlist on YouTube. Songs to dance to tonight. I don't want to make the playlist too long. This isn't competition ballroom dancing. This is lights down low dancing. Feeling the music, swaying to the rhythm. His arms around me. Summer slow dancing.
On our personal dance floor he says in my ear, "I like your shirt".
"You would. All you are doing is feeling my butt".
"Like I said, I like your shirt".
*My Endless Summer Gaming. Ha, the dedication inspired a new story.
