Steamy windows and nineteen

Kiss me with rain on your eyelashes,come on, let us sway together, under the trees, and to hell with thunder.” ― Edwin MorganA Book of Lives

I remember you so vividly. Like it was yesterday. We were young and beautiful. And I loved you. You with your gorgeous eyes that I could fall into. And the fact that you seemed to know exactly what was in my heart. You said so many good, sweet and kind things. You loved music and you shared so many wonderful songs with me. Songs that touched my soul. Just your smile would make my heart soar.

I picked you up on a wonderfully stormy evening. We hadn’t decided where to go yet so we just sort of drove around for a bit. We smoked, and drank some cheap wine. We listened to music and waxed philosophically about what the singers meant by their lyrics. We thought we were so damn smart, didn’t we? We ended up at a  park just sitting in my mom’s New Yorker. I could hear the rain and the thunder. And see your sweet face when the lightening would strike. You touched my face and my hair. You whispered you loved me and wished it could always be like this. I nodded my head in agreement, knowing that this was what I wanted. That I wanted you. Even for as fucked up as you were, I wanted you. You with your beautiful eyes and your beautiful words.

We made love in the front seat of the car. Me on top and you looking into my eyes. You kissed me passionately. I sang the song True Colors to you when it came on the radio. You touched my hair and my face again. Then you smiled at me. You said my voice was beautiful. That it sounded wounded but lovely. I wrapped my arms around you and you had yours around me. It was heaven. The rain was pouring down, the windows were steamed over from the heat of our bodies and we were gone…..

You told me you loved me. You held me and said I was everything you wanted. But in the end you went back to her. Even after I gave you everything. My tears, my voice, my love, my body. And even after you did that, I still loved you…..

35 thoughts on “Steamy windows and nineteen

  1. those experiences, regardless of how they end up, never leave us. i have a few. maybe i should share them too. and even if that wasn’t your true story, i’m sure it was someone’s story.

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  4. Being the music whore that I am, I couldn’t help but think of “Paradise by the Dashboard Light” by Meatloaf when I read this. Lovely, if not happy, tale all the more charming for its truth. Bravo Zulu, my friend.

    • Ah the Meatloaf and Paradise by the Dashboard Light. One of my favorite songs by him and Jim Steinman. I was too young to see them in concert. But damn the footage I’ve seen is fantastic! It wasn’t just the music. It was the performing that they did. You can certainly tell they were performance majors.

      On a hot summer night would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses? ❤

    • Muito obrigado meu doce. Que bom que você gostou. Volto a escrever em nenhum momento. Só precisa descansar. Que as palavras voltar para mim e curar o meu coração. Não vá muito longe. Eu voltarei. Eu prometo. Tenha um belo fim de semana.

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