details elude me but as i recall it was while out of town with a group
i found the courage to croon a love song to an audience of darkness
holding a clear glass plate tucked under my arm in the spotlight i delivered each word without struggle, the classic slipping out of my mouth easily, words as familiar as my own name

you weren't there for the performance and hardly noticed when i returned home
you were your normal gorgeous sculpted self warm thru biology but cold to me
when my logic prevailed you gave in and we kissed and even now i get butterflies to think of it
it was like a science experiment on film, i could see it as well as feel it
even you couldn't deny the electric charge of a slip of the tongue.  too bad the second time was only half as shocking. but the comfort and promise of possibility made up for it

we were staying with the wealthy man who built airplanes
the cats sitting on the wing of the small private craft (kept indoors) sat and listened attentively to his directions, or so it seemed.  really they heard nothing but looked blankly at the figure before them as cats do.  he spoke to them as children trying to apply reason before it could be understood
certainly his scolding and explanations would go unheeded and their behavior unchanged

outside the twilight hinted at sunrise giving a calm lightness that one knows is only temporary
inside it was still dark as night but there was now the slightest bit of room for deeper shades of black behind things

your creamy alabaster height was a comfort
i followed hoping for enclosure but got exclusion
the same problems over and over, seemingly shut out and insignificant but more aptly oblivious, unperceived.  a consequence of differing priorities

you were leaving when i arrived
a shadow in a dark room you had your bag nearly invisible
i went upstairs
my disappointment and longing were tempered when i noticed you had left the bathroom light on a dim red setting and i couldn't reach the short pull cord to change it back to bright