| | About Last Night
I threw my leg over, felt the vibrations hum beneath me, wrapped my arms around you and held on for dear life. Could you feel my heart pounding through my jacket to your back? The excitement almost nauseated me, but I wanted to do this.
At the first few lights you asked if I was okay, too cold, good to keep going. I was. I held on tight, tight as I could, watching the street come at us.
As we reached the Bay Bridge poetry emerged. The end of a Robert Frost poem I memorized in Jr. High:
The woods are lovely dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
I could smell sea water. Sea water! Felt the chilled wind cruise up my jeans to my calves. Saw our shadow race beside us. The full moon above us lighting the way. Turned my head to see the city's lit skyline. On Fell street I smelled tacos. In the Panhandle, the trees.
I wasn't lying when I said it was one of the best SF experiences I've had. I was so amped I could have kissed you.
And that night, I dreamed of you.
-M
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