her
eyes were the color of faded jeans
i
saw an old pair
torn
but not fashionably so
she
looked like an artist
had
discovered true art
by
dipping fingers in paint
and
flicking them at a canvas
she
asked if i knew roger waters’
“the
pros and cons of hitchhiking”
“intimately”
i answered
“i
never want to be that woman”
“can
i buy you a drink?”
she
nodded
but
before we went in
she
wanted to share a cigarette
outside
some reside of alcohol
i
passed her my flask
while
she passed me the smoke
“what
were you listening to
when
you walked up on me?”
she
breathed
“watching
me fall by the cure”
i
decreed
she
waited for the cigarette
to
leave my lips
before
she stood on her tiptoes
and
gave me a kiss
“i
am japanese”
inside
she imbibed on sake
while
i felt the explosion
of
an irish car bomb
when
she caught my eyes
caressing
her face
her
tongue penetrated my mouth
tongue
dance romance after a glance
may
not have a chance
but
what is eternity
compared
to that moment
drinks
complete our feet
found
the smoking spot
i
lit two cigarettes in my mouth
handed
her one
“what’s
your name?”
“you
couldn’t pronounce it”
she
advised
should
i have told her i know some
japanese
because i’ve been
cussed
out by quite a few
while
i was leaving?
“try
me”
she
took the pen
protruding
from my back pocket
wrote
her name on my palm
the
letters AIKA
but
what i said
was
the translation
“love
song”
it
took a second long
before
her tongue
was
back in my mouth
my
hands moved south
she
pressed against me
our
need became visible
suddenly
her lips disengaged
to
say
“one
more drink?”
without
so much as a blink
i
lead her back into the bar
by
the hand
bartender
obliged
the
shot glass i capsized
then
asked for a beer
while
she sipped her sake
realized
she was staring at me
i
blushed
with
a hush her hand
was
caressing the back of my neck
suddenly
the sex becomes secondary
my
heart’s never sedentary
when
it comes to mining
the
prospects of love
i
think she sensed
all
the disarm with charm
was
flustered
i
couldn’t even muster
a
mutter
as
she uttered a squeeze
of
my hand
and
a kiss on my cheek
i
was defenseless, weak
returned
the kiss in kind
trying
to purchase some time
tell
the game show host
i’d
like to buy a vowel
corner
man throw in the towel
the
bartender scowled
as
i fumbled for my cigarettes
she
intervened
asked
for the check
sidewalk
soon infected
our
feet
she
didn’t drive either
lived
nearby
but
i wanted more than to score
managed
to form a coherent statement
“you
want to walk around for a bit?”
with
lit cigarettes we headed in a direction
i
said,
“you
know , i really don’t have any protection”
“oh,
you weren’t getting any anyway”
i
laughed
started
to feel at ease
realized
i’m walking these streets
with
someone by my side
passed
her my flask and sighed
we
stopped and restocked my flask
with
sake
walked
and talked
smoke
till we coughed
when
suddenly her door appeared
a
portal to another world
i
asked if i could see her again
she
cupped my chin
in
the silken skin
of
her hand
and
told me to get my ass inside
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