Love at first light

Please forgive me for not sitting up and paying the standard form dictated wide eyed post coital attention to every sound, move and motion you make "right now" in this;

The premier presentation of the most current version of the story of your life.

By all means though you just keep on going as you attempt to hypnotize me with your kaleidoscope of

Verbal silhouettes

Flamboyant gesturing

And, animated expressions all the while surreptitiously seeking to spot any telltale flicker of actual interest from me here and there that you can key in on and use to enhance the details of this spur of the moment you being fleshed out on the walls of my orgasmic ally compromised mind and soul with the physical graffiti of your

Eyes and lips, shoulders and hips

Arms, legs, fingers and toes in the slowly dawning light of this first morning after.

 

I would rather just kick back instead, nod knowingly, caress appreciatively and resign myself to the inevitable pleasure and pain touched chaos to be, sighing quietly as I look through this desperately presented caricaturization of who you say you are, to the back lighted reflection of who you most definitely are not.

Right now your out and about in the streetlight costume is all crumpled up on the floor in the corner along with last night's not so well hidden frustration, insecurity and that over acted flaw filled portrayal of a part time party girl trying to hide a full time emotional wreck.

That painted on cover the little girl mask of nonchalant immorality and slightly deviant sexual potential has been hot washed away by the detoxifying sweat of our world class full contact gutter fuck fight and quite frankly;

You look even better to me in the slowly brightening light of this first morning after.

 

Now; I probably should stop you right now and tell you that I really don't care in the slightest bit who yesterday you worst case scenario might have been considered to be in either your own insecure heart and soul or any past insignificant others selfishly motivated and perceptually tainted opinions and ,

Truthfully I really, really don't need to hear any more of this sort a pre-planned beforehand little misrepresentation of who you would like to be right now and ,

Please, please pretty please I hope you will not dare attempt to tell me who with all the right stars aligned and g.p.s. assist you might just be able to be in this peculiar vacuum of rational and inhibition right here, right now in the space between a split second

In the bright light of this first morning after.

 

So; listen up girl,

You have already exceeded my " just to be on the safe side" lowered expectations so I would prefer it if you would let any further variations to your conception of whom you are stay shrouded in a little mystery

And, it would be best if you let any further wishfully thought pieces of you think you could very well be stay hidden in that tricky world of vague innuendo that exists down in between your actual personalities lines.

You see I am really looking forward to putting together my very own neurotically inspired and of course slightly flawed speculative version of a perfect you with

Wild guesses

Crazy suspicions

Desperate hopes

Optimistic "she's just got to be's"

Pessimistic "well if she's not that then hopefully she's this"

And, crossed finger magic lamp polishing by the light of a falling star wishing that in some forthcoming chapter of two lives blending right now that it will somehow all together add up to a much more substantive and real world you than the nasty little tweaker bitch I met last night when you stumbled into me from out of the shadows of the chemically saturated fantasy world where you had been hiding from me all along and all alone in the shell of a human catastrophe all camouflaged up as the life of the party.

Anyway it is all a moot point I guess because girl

I already know I am going to love you long time

And, I also know I am gonna hate your ass sometimes too.

So, I think I will shut up and just maybe sit up after all to pay a little freshly enraptured pre-coital attention to this you I see captivating me with the sheer poetry of your presence,

Inviting me to get lost in you today and to reach for another tomorrow;

In this now hi-def bright light of this first morning after.