A Talkative Soul
Listening to the
storming boots hitting the pavement I tried to run faster than I ever did. The
cops were just a few feet away from me and a little bit more distant of my
If we got caught it
would be jail for sure. Well I had nothing with me, but him... He would be as
good as dead in the hands of all those willing to serve and protect, the rich,
Not that being behind
bars was something new for us. I had being trapped in a cage for a couple of
days and he had spent a long, awful and damned winter enclosed by four cold
walls. For all that shit we had to escape this time.
And hell! We were just
trying to help a friend to get his love back. Itíd be so ludicrous to get
arrested for doing nothing.
So we ran. I
approached him and signaled we had to be quick as the wind. And suddenly we were
so fast that ours pursuers faded from sight. Or so we thought.
As we turned to the
right, a bad move to say the least, the worst happened. We ended up completely
stuck in a mall alley.
I had to think about
an escape route while my frantic partner screamed for me to do something,
anything. He was so scared.
remembered I had my belt and rope gun on. And in a comic book move I found our
exit. He was stunned and so relieved. Happy as an eight years old. I brought him
closer to my body and as soon the rope was safely tied I felt his arms closing
around me in a literally life hold embrace.
Floating in the air,
we were quiet, ecstatic for a few minutes that seemed like forever. The guards
came and, blessed be the force, were gone in a blink. His shallow breath became
regular and in a very Jay way to thanks he recalled the Jokerís words. Oh...
then came the unexpected, something I could really never expect from him. Not
really. A kiss, the briefest of the pecks, but one that spoke tons of what he
mighty be feeling on that very moment.
This small show of
affection, quite unconscious Iím sure, made my heart miss a beat. I lost my
count of how many days and nights Iíve dreamt and desired to feel his lips on
my skin. No matter how innocent this touch was, it meant something. I knew it.
His head on my
shoulder, his breath on my neck and hair, I made our way back to the safer
ground. He stepped out of our hold, nodded a little and said, ďLetís get out
of here Bob! Letís hide!Ē.
No gestures, no
curses, no bad names. He was embarrassed. And to tell the truth so was I.
Embarrassed and foolishly in love.
We entered the
bookstore and made it our home for next hour. Who would guess that I really like
to read? I found a nice book and was in the middle of an interview with a new
movie director when TS discovered us. Again he asked for help. Again Jay was in
full destroyer mode.
It hurt me badly when
Jay call me *tubby bitche* in front of TS. I canít explain why it hurt so much,
but it did and I barely could hide it. I think Iíve completely lost it for
this man... Sometimes I wish he would shut up and stop calling me names. But
actually I know it is his strange way to get closer to me. Oh, and
he does. And I could never avoid his presence, or his nutty mind.
Maybe if I keep up
with his crazy ramblings I will find courage to silence his endless words. Maybe
with another kiss. A tender, loving, passionate, stoned one.
Yeah... maybe nooch!!
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