“Yes. I believe so.”
You like? I know you do, so don’t quibble with me with your feigned and strategic bashfulness.
“I did say, ‘yes.’ You know.”
Ah. But your tone gives you away.
“I supposed it is a limited excursion then?”
We shall see. But what if it is? How does it matter?
“It always matters.
Not asking if it does, poor thing.
“You always do this you know. Place the oh-so-desirous in front, dangle it there for a time just short enough so that all might as well not occurred.”
Oh! Well is that really how you think of me, precious?
“You know how I feel about you. Of that there is no question.”
But of course. And that I removed that veil upon you so that you would finally recognize me for who I am, which in turn is the same for them. Aren’t they a joy my love?
“I can see that they are.”
Mmmm hmmm. You can sense it I see. I wonder, could you do it?
“Do what?”
Oh, don’t play games! I have given you ample warning.
“Call it sleepiness or slowness, whatever. But right now I want to hear you say it.”
Such a brash request from you. My, you have changed. But then…
“But then, what?”
I already knew that.
“Now who’s playing games?”
But that is my role, and not yours.
“Hmmm. That, I do know and am able to articulate.”
So I ask again. Could you do it? All three of us. Allow yourself to be intertwined and bound, submit yourself totally but then sustain and remain steadfast in your commitment? I am looking at you again like this because as you know I am able to discern what is in your heart, even though you entrench it, and enclose it with a mighty bastion.
“And there it is.”
Yes, there it is.
2 comments:
That's an interesting conversation for a bus ride....or are we on a bus, here?
Yeah, it was on the bus...but that as it turns out is irrelevant.
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