Noncommittal #amwriting

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©Sascha Darlington

Noncommittal

We have done a dance. Eyes meeting eyes. Smiles exchanged. I sang a tune, Pearl Jam to be exact. And he whistled, Soundgarden, to be exact.

Electricity charged through the air, ions bumping ions, overheating, I wanted to taste his mouth; he wanted to taste a nipple.

I lounged back in the heat of the sultry sun while he drilled siding onto a house, neither of us could afford.

I watched, turned when he looked and he turned, when I looked.

Neither could commit, initially, to what was offered.

 

end 6/23/2017

Sascha Darlington

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