i could tell you all the beautiful things

they are the moments driving down rain trodden highways in total darkness with the pitter patter of wetness all around you and hearing the beautiful words of Kerouac spill all into the night over the stereo. they are waiting around in the "no loitering" signs for a simple hug and the notice that however mad you are with a man, they always seem to smell so good. its a corset that can shave two inches off of your already teeny-weeny waist and make even the staunchest and upright men turn their heads in your direction. it's bright red matte lipstick on the girl right next to you who shares your dreams your family and your cigarettes. it's being asked to advertise jewerly and walking right out the door with the promise to return it and being trusted to do so. it's tapas. god help us, it's food and wine and being asked if you'd like a drink when you know good and well you don't deserve to be paid for, but you take them up on the offer. they are looking into the eyes of that lovely soul who shares their melodies with you. it's being in love and telling him. it's making mistakes and dancing in the headlights. it's southern rain on southern nights in the summer. it's anticipating visits. it's everything he makes me feel. it's best friends. it's old friends. red wine, white wine, good beer. books on tape and pretending to do something completely normal just to have a moment alone with the one who mkes you feel anythign but ordinary. it's the music. it's tonight. tonight is all the beatiful things minus one...


and somehow i wish you were here.