About Last Night Page 1
By Anthony Douglas Gere
While being mesmerize by the thought of being away from someone special last
night, I took things as far as I could in conversing with them like never before. Our
conversation started out light and natural, as we gradually elevated from the absence
of being in each other’s arms. The seasons are now starting to change, as the
winter weather reminds us of what we had not remembered it not being, but not
forgotten. As I sat in my favorite chair, looking out of the French doors that lead to my
balcony I noticed how they repelled the fog coming fresh off of the San Francisco bay
and into my study. The air was calm. As the crackling of wood shot around my
fireplace in a totally calm disarray. Between the physical distance of my love one and
emotional closeness I was feeling on the phone, we started to find a medium and
rhythm in the way we spoke to each other. I was wanting her to hear her tell me
things, and her not knowing the need to tell them to me. We were not talking sexually,
but intensely intimately. I was hoping that we were seeing each other, as I could only
imagine , both of us closing our eyes and seeing a light in the darkness provided by
our eyelids. We were anticipating each other’s next words, as we thought on why
these things were starting to be said, I started feeling the chill in the air, as my body
was starting to boil from the way she was touching me from a distance. I was
frantically going through my mental and emotional Rolodex, to recall the last time I
felt so eager and lusting to share this type of verbal love. I was missing my love one,
and didn't realize how much until now. I was now feeling alone and lonely, because
my day has been hectic as I now start to realize how calm I haven't’t been before
now. I was doing all that I could do to remember the many things I need to do today,
as I thought about last night.
Now me being me, and loving who I’ve become over the years I’m now wanting to be
someone else. I don’t want to necessarily change or anything like that because of
low self esteem, but I need to change. I want to change because with this person on
mind body and soul, I feel and deeply believe that I can be a better me, if we can find
out more about who we are apart, and who we can become together. Our
conversation started out about our visions, our past experiences and choices made
out of thought, not truly thought about. We spoke about how we have settled in the
past, as we listened to each other about what we want for ourselves in the future.
How out of desperation, we both compromised our own beliefs to only measure a
temporary want against a permanent need. How we felt when we didn't or wasn’t
being touch in ways we know we needed. How we are non productive in the cycle
that seems to spiral downward as we contribute to it as we go forward. Some how in
this big wide wonderful world we found each other, and accompanied each other in
lessons we learned, been taught and missed through life. I’m not one that will ever
claim to know it all, and to go even further than that, I’m not even totally sure I fully
understand the things I do know. But I’m passionate about my beliefs, and don’t
really know for sure how to get where I want to go, but I know what I need to know in
terms of not going where I’ve ready been and don’t want to end up. One would think
our conversation was turning intellectual, but it wasn’t. It wasn’t sterile or based on
anything that needed to be documented beyond this theory. But though it was not
based on a persons IQ, it was beginning to get mentally stimulating. My mind
became in unison with my heart and soul as we grew closer inside each letter that
made up the words we spoke about last night.
Now to clue you in on something more visual, we were both feeling the elements of
the changing seasons. We were both lying in comfortable clothes many miles away,
as we were also removing the amour we have put on to protect us from the battles
we face in our daily lives. I could hear her moving around on her couch or bed for the
night, as she was struggling to get comfortable in our conversation. Our hands were
slowly becoming a problem, as we desperately wanted to use them in stimulating
ways besides holding the phone to our ears. Just like me, I’m sure she was wishing
she had more extremities, as I heard her voice soften and speech become more
defined. I ask you the reader to imagine a kettle being slowly boiled, and my voice
the utensil that is stirring the contents inside of the pot, which is her body. Her mind
is both being both empty and filled, as her securities on how insecure she was
before this moment shows the unknown. We’re not fully needing each other right
now, but wanting that specific need to go farther than it had ever gone before.
By Anthony Douglas Gere
While being mesmerize by the thought of being away from someone special last
night, I took things as far as I could in conversing with them like never before. Our
conversation started out light and natural, as we gradually elevated from the absence
of being in each other’s arms. The seasons are now starting to change, as the
winter weather reminds us of what we had not remembered it not being, but not
forgotten. As I sat in my favorite chair, looking out of the French doors that lead to my
balcony I noticed how they repelled the fog coming fresh off of the San Francisco bay
and into my study. The air was calm. As the crackling of wood shot around my
fireplace in a totally calm disarray. Between the physical distance of my love one and
emotional closeness I was feeling on the phone, we started to find a medium and
rhythm in the way we spoke to each other. I was wanting her to hear her tell me
things, and her not knowing the need to tell them to me. We were not talking sexually,
but intensely intimately. I was hoping that we were seeing each other, as I could only
imagine , both of us closing our eyes and seeing a light in the darkness provided by
our eyelids. We were anticipating each other’s next words, as we thought on why
these things were starting to be said, I started feeling the chill in the air, as my body
was starting to boil from the way she was touching me from a distance. I was
frantically going through my mental and emotional Rolodex, to recall the last time I
felt so eager and lusting to share this type of verbal love. I was missing my love one,
and didn't realize how much until now. I was now feeling alone and lonely, because
my day has been hectic as I now start to realize how calm I haven't’t been before
now. I was doing all that I could do to remember the many things I need to do today,
as I thought about last night.
Now me being me, and loving who I’ve become over the years I’m now wanting to be
someone else. I don’t want to necessarily change or anything like that because of
low self esteem, but I need to change. I want to change because with this person on
mind body and soul, I feel and deeply believe that I can be a better me, if we can find
out more about who we are apart, and who we can become together. Our
conversation started out about our visions, our past experiences and choices made
out of thought, not truly thought about. We spoke about how we have settled in the
past, as we listened to each other about what we want for ourselves in the future.
How out of desperation, we both compromised our own beliefs to only measure a
temporary want against a permanent need. How we felt when we didn't or wasn’t
being touch in ways we know we needed. How we are non productive in the cycle
that seems to spiral downward as we contribute to it as we go forward. Some how in
this big wide wonderful world we found each other, and accompanied each other in
lessons we learned, been taught and missed through life. I’m not one that will ever
claim to know it all, and to go even further than that, I’m not even totally sure I fully
understand the things I do know. But I’m passionate about my beliefs, and don’t
really know for sure how to get where I want to go, but I know what I need to know in
terms of not going where I’ve ready been and don’t want to end up. One would think
our conversation was turning intellectual, but it wasn’t. It wasn’t sterile or based on
anything that needed to be documented beyond this theory. But though it was not
based on a persons IQ, it was beginning to get mentally stimulating. My mind
became in unison with my heart and soul as we grew closer inside each letter that
made up the words we spoke about last night.
Now to clue you in on something more visual, we were both feeling the elements of
the changing seasons. We were both lying in comfortable clothes many miles away,
as we were also removing the amour we have put on to protect us from the battles
we face in our daily lives. I could hear her moving around on her couch or bed for the
night, as she was struggling to get comfortable in our conversation. Our hands were
slowly becoming a problem, as we desperately wanted to use them in stimulating
ways besides holding the phone to our ears. Just like me, I’m sure she was wishing
she had more extremities, as I heard her voice soften and speech become more
defined. I ask you the reader to imagine a kettle being slowly boiled, and my voice
the utensil that is stirring the contents inside of the pot, which is her body. Her mind
is both being both empty and filled, as her securities on how insecure she was
before this moment shows the unknown. We’re not fully needing each other right
now, but wanting that specific need to go farther than it had ever gone before.