the po~et 22 (the length of a hall)

The hallway was long, but it appeared to grow even longer. She could see there was no need to continue. She braced herself again for the feeling of disappointment. Earlier she couldn't control her eyes from roaming his frame. It wasn't even subtle. This, of course, sent the rest of her mind to wandering. It wandered down the hall and into his car where she imagined him driving home.

She opened her front door and turned down the long hall into her room.

the po~et 21 (papier-mâché affair)

For now theirs was a love affair that existed only on paper--only in theory. If the opportunity presented itself to say out loud what they wrote to one another--would it hold? Would the words sound as sweet when they parted the lips and reached the ears of their intended seduce-e? Would the elixir of words and imagery work to penetrate the foreskin? Or would it remain as a relationship of words?

Sometimes Jack thought they were like school children and the entire relationship was childish. The way they taunted one another and openly blushed when within close proximity of each other. Still she couldn't breathe when she saw him. She couldn't speak when in his presence. And when she walked she wanted him to admire her the way she loved to see him walk. The way he moved made her want to stand in his path of travel.

And the notes they left for one another she found charming. Something she believed set them apart from other lovers. Well, actually they weren't lovers at all. The definition would imply certain action. To her their affair was endearing even if it was only on paper.