Little Did I Know
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“Who are you AJ? Where do you come from and what do you want with me? And when did you read Cyrano and type me as the fool?”
“When you equated my tats to Cyrano’s nose and you lost who I am in a sea of foolish judgment. I had hoped you – we – were, are, better than that.”
The music continued from the juke but the songs and their apocryphal lyrics no longer seemed to matter.
“No more talkin’ Sam. No more vampin’. Kiss me”
She demanded, so I did. And the tattoos, along with my judgments and judgment disappeared. The punk hairdo faded away and her lips took over all reticence. She was warm and soft and pliable, and the kiss lingered long beyond reasonable. It took me to places I had never been, and I was overwhelmed by the honesty, the need, and the combination of both passion and compassion as I kissed this young woman surrounded by a sea of strangers who were no longer there.
The music played around us and time stood still, and I hoped it might never start up again.