Memory

I just had to write this down before I lost it again in the flashes of memory...


It was raining. Dark. Not even midnight yet. We were on our way to that tiny club you liked. The smell of your cologne filled the car, mingled with the berry scent of my body lotion. It was a Saturday night, we were finally alone.

You were talking about something some one told you at work. I wasn't paying attention, because I was watching your lips move... the way your hand traced small circles on the steering wheel... I watched you squint to see through the rain soaked streets as you drove... you were beautiful. You never noticed I was staring. I was just... taken. Amazed. The summer rain only made you seem more intense. I wanted you. Right then. Had you stopped the car and asked me then and there, the answer would have only been a nod. Yes.

We got to the club. Sprinted through the parking lot dodging puddles and raindrops. My blouse was damp. You bought my drink while I was drying off in the ladies' room. The spell was broken by the music, by voices clamoring to be heard over the bass... laughter of other club goers lost in their own moments of time...

But I remember the way your eyes stared ahead... the way your lips curved into a smile as you related your day's events... and I remember what I would have given to taste them right at that moment...

The moment passed. A million moments have gone by since... but that memory still resurfaces every now and then... I wonder if you still look as intense when you drive in the rain...