The Story of Two

What’s the time? As he looks to his stereo clock on the dash. It reads a quarter past twelve. Wrapping around the corners and through the trees his car speeds by the vacant houses. His head filled with ideas and words magnified by the lyrics of the song. The winds blow through his window into his hair. Puffing on his cigarettes his destination is set. The drive is in cruise considering the number of times it has been driven. Burning off the stress of the days past he keeps his eyes peeled on the passing lines below. His smile turns to a slight giggle, a muttering laugh. The volume knob twisted a notch or two higher putting him in an nonexistent world to the public. His dreams projected onto his windshield making a movie of delightful colors and make believe characters. Whistling in the wind, raising his arms to conduct the band in front of him. He is off to convert his dreams to realities by seeing the woman of his fantasy. A couple of miles of dreaming will settle when his eyes meet hers. They live in their own world combining the reality of the real world with imaginary life like scenarios. 

It’s half past twelve as she looks to her mobile. Looking up to the dark blue night she inhales a drag of her cigarette wondering where he could be. The shapes and shades pop off the materials in front of her eyes and dance off the table. She watches as these images walk around like people on the balcony she sits on. She sings her love songs to the owls perching in the trees. The glass separates her from society. A text message arrives to the cell phone she is clinching and a smile grows onto her face. It reads “Je t’aime ma cherie.” unfolding her heart, crumbling at her joints she is warm. She glows with joy and her response is known only to him. Her friends walk up her arms and climb up her legs, each one a different color or shape they giggle and laugh with each other. All at once they leap into her brain as if jumping off a high dive, splattering onto the walls creating her magnificent masterpiece.

Parking on the slanted hill and rummaging through his things he grabs his keys and a half smoked pack of cigarettes with his lighter already in his pocket. One foot at a time he steps out of his car shutting the door behind him. As he strolls up to the door he looks down to make sure everything is in order. Running his hand through his hair he knocks on the door. A silent pause rises from the ground. He checks behind him and to the sides not exactly sure what he is looking for. The door cracks open and her head pokes around it hiding her body from the night. He smiles as big as the moon in the delight to see her. Stepping inside to see her fully, he rests his mind in awe of the beauty in front of him. She has mixed blond hair chopped below her jaw line. Amazing creamy blue eyes that glow with the moonlight. Her body flows from her powerful shoulders down to her little toes. She is unexplainable. The details of this woman should be illegal. She stands there in her white v-neck shirt with her little black lace panties. Pulling his eyes to hers she smiles and does a giddy shake. Bundling up into his arms she looks up with those lips as soft as feathers. They gently press their lips together with a sigh of relief. “Home” he says looking around the room. She takes his hand and leads him through the long unlit hallway to the stairs. Ascending up the stairs he twists her around to kiss her once more. Falling downward they meet the final stair with their bodies laying. Crawling to the empty room, they overwhelm each other with their presence. Remembering the distance between them they absorb as much as they can of each other. These two can sit and stare into one another for days and days. As they lay next to each other studying the hands and rings of the other the colors and characters creep out of the skin and veins of the man meeting the slithering shapes and shades of the woman bursting from her heart they project their movie onto the ceiling. Laughing and dancing they spend their nights warm from this day on.