Presumptuous

8/2/05

I gaze at you through the mirror,
(behind me, across the room)
arranging my hair.
(pretending to)
I want to face you;
(confident, suave)
I want to talk to you…
(wholehearted, smoothly)

Could fall into your eyes;
never escape their depths.
Want to taste your lips,
want to beg for more.
Touch you, feel you;
I wish I could intoxicate myself,
become addicted to your skin.

My reflection stares back at me,
all your beauty in the background.
I can’t move.
(feel too nervous, too uncertain…)
I should go.
(Make the first move.)
I can afford this.
(for you to come to me?)
Can’t I?
(Wait for you…)

Watch you drink,
Kissing the cold glass rim…
(Kiss my lips, I’ll give you warmth;
inebriate us both.)

Adjust my collar,
reach for my wine.
And in the mirror,
I can see
You catch my stare…

Excusing yourself, you head towards me.
Aha!
So you’ll come to me.
The mirror shows you coming closer…
I’ve expected you,
Beautiful.

I smile,
Hey,
(For a moment, I’m unable to see you.)
and turn around.
(Face-to-face, my god, you’re gorgeous…)

A tiny smirk

and then

You scowl

…What?

Looming over me,
(expressionless)
Staring up at you.
(innocently)
Pick me up by my collar.
Make me stand—

Catch me off guard
(…Maybe I should have expected that…)

I’m on the ground

Oh, wow.
That hurt like hell…

People stare and people laugh

Ridicule; pitying gazes

…the fuck…!
Why did you punch me?!

You frown;
turn your back and walk away
(Don’t leave…)
back to his side.
(That self-satisfied, smirking bastard!)
Leaving me broken,
let me stand and nurse myself.
(restore my shattered ego)

…I didn’t deserve that…

Notes: Well…that went well for him. Though, he’s being a tad overdramatic… ((grin))