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03 Oct

Between my Junior and Senior year, I was invited to attend a summer theater workshop at a local community college.  A stark contrast from my strict Baptist upbringing, this was the summer of my content…it would also be my first taste of a lifestyle I would eventually come to embrace.  At the heart of it, was a boy and today is that boy’s birthday.  Happy birthday, Alex…and thank you.

i remember…

an apartment…

appropriately dubbed, Club 109…

…for three months we lived as if we were invincible…and we were…barely 17…but what a summer…

i remember…

behind that apartment door……I gained so much….

come to think of it…I lost a few things too…

not the least of which was my inhibitions…

i remember…

a boy…with the past of a man…

wild as the west texas wind…blue jeans and black t-shirt bearing the words, “sticks and stones may break my bones, but whips and chains excite me…”

I was intrigued…he was a breath of fresh air in my stilted southern world…our relationship was intense from the beginning…

you didn’t say no to alex…you didn’t want to…

i remember…

a tap on my door late one night…

dragging myself drowsily out of bed and to the door, not bothering to dress…i knew who it would be…he stood there…tousled hair and devilish grin…

“slip into your jeans and tshirt and come with me…”

i cocked an eyebrow at him and returned his smile, already slipping into my jeans…”you’re telling me to put my clothes *on* ? ah, well, now there’s a change.”

he slapped me hard on the bottom and replied, “don’t worry, i’ve not gone mad…it won’t be for long…”

i remember…

his madness…

it pulled you in…his madness became your own…there was no voice of reason…

he barely paused as he crossed the road…his hand in mine…urging me to follow…as if i required any encouragement…suddenly he came to a stop…his breath hot on my neck…

my eyes slowly adjusted to the dark until I could just make it out…

a fence…

my eyebrow cocked upwards again…”we’re climbing over?”…it was more of a statement than a question…i already knew the answer…the devilish grin was back…

up and over we went…one of the razor sharp spikes snagging my tshirt and ripping it slightly as I slid down on the other side…he held his hand back out to me…his palm was bleeding, but he hadn’t noticed…I took it without hesitation…and without comment…

i remember...

a football field…

the yard lines were clearly marked back then…i remember, because later i would smile at the sight of the white powderline running down the length of my bare back and thighs…the early morning dew lay fresh on the grass…the moisture splashing up over the flip flops that i’d hastily tossed on…i shivered slightly…not from the cool night air…but from the electricity that was pulsing through it…

we found the 50 yard line, although i argued we should be in the end zone…

i remember…

carefree youth gone wild…a tangle of tongues and toes…and expletives that only *he* would take as a compliment…

there was a sort of violence in our joining…as if we both had demons to exorcise….and knew that the other was willing to indulge….

i remember…

summer…

 
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Posted by on October 3, 2012 in life, love, musings

 

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