Movies
It’s always dark at the movies. Perfect for holding up secrets.
Pretty woman…walking down the street
But I’m not Julia Roberts and you are no Richard Gere and I don’t think I hear Roy Orbison singing anywhere else but in my head.
I’m thinking of a movie we once saw together. I was huddled close to you, not from chill or because it was crowded. It wasn’t. There were just thirteen other people in the theater. All male, a bunch of teenagers. And i edged in closer to you, against an overwhelming sea of testosterone, clinging to my island of familiar maleness – you. You, engrossed in the dazzle and fire on screen murmured,
Oh, what will it take for her to kiss me?
And pat I retorted, part amusement/relief at the semi-restored normalcy, part feminine fear/insecurity
She’s getting paid to kiss him.
And even if no one here is a filmstar or a storybook character,
we may smile for others
and swoon over beauty
and sleep for money
….but some girl may do it just because she likes you.
I would. I did. I still do.
@ Rambler, Broom: Thank you!
@ Apoorva: Noooooo….
@ byker7: What was that again?
@ greekalphabet: LOL..I know the feeling. I just changed my wallpaper to a photograph of the Gateway of India by moonlight. See my upcoming posts!
and the scream is also my wallpaper – on my office desktop.
the sight of it, si what keepe Me from screaming out loud.
lol
sigh…
sand, mostly because i’m 3 sheets to the wind, and drenched in bacardi reserva, harry belafonte broke into song in the background
Need the full feeds back!
awwww
Smithy liked the power you depict in the last line, thats spoke of sheer confidence, trust and belief for me.