NC Minus J

The song on the radio, full blast, brings me back to a time when we were together. I can almost hear you mimicking the lyrics. Time slows down and everything I need is miles away. Jaya, your warm breath on my neck fuels all those vital impulses. It causes the tidal waves to surge and the combustion of an endless evergreen forest. No natural disaster could take my mind off the touch you bring, the sensation you own. I wish you were here. You'd love being around this drunken mess. I was reading a book the other day and somone offered me a joint. The cloud of marijuana dazed my brain and put a haze over the text. I think I reread the same paragraph about 18 times. Being there, trapped in a drugged frenzy of repeating syllables, I still managed to clear some space out of the far stretches of my mind to keep you close. To see your face with your infectious smile. To hear that laugh, the only laughter I care to listen to. The present can be such a difficult time to live. Drinking this Rolling Rock I can think of no better toast between me and the moon. To passing hours and lost time, and a girl back home that means more to me than each intoxicated second they hold so precious. A shriek in the distant night sky of North Carolina stirs sensibility back into my pen and I'm forced to stop. I'll come home for you. Like the thirsty dive into the rain, or the magnolia leaves stretching for sunlight.