My kisses are on the wind

We are in New Mexico. It is pretty much sand as far as you can see, except the body of water in front of us. It is man made and is a reservoir for a distant town. A young guy came up to us earlier and had a couple of beers with us (my beers, fucking free loading hippie), and then left us with some mushrooms. After he left us, and with out much deliberation, we decided to eat the mushrooms. As they took affect the harvest moon was rising. It was huge and Orange in the sky like only a harvest moon can be. We could feel the pull of the plains hundreds of miles away. Yes. The harvest moon. Yes! Finally I was on the thresh hold of tasting my first kiss from your sweet lips. We pull a beer from the ice, light a smoke, and then I grab your hand and tell you we must walk toward the moon. It is true but it is also my way of getting you on your feet so I can eventually pull you close to me. We stumble across the sand and find that the moon has led us to the reservoir. We have to go in I say. You put a steely glance on me that leaves it all to me. I give my clothes to the sand and jump in. You follow my lead. Eventually we come together in the water. It is nervous and sweetly innocent at once. The water is chilly after driving through the dry hot desert all day. Our lips are purple by the light of the harvest moon. With teeth slightly chatterirn we pull close for some innocent body heat. The chilly water is up to our shoulders, a moving sand is under our feet, and we are holding the only thing that makes sense. After thirteen states I find the moment that is not only perfect, but I will be punished for making the wrong choice. I wrap my arm around the small of your back and pull you in for our first kiss. It is nice but awkward as we both pull away. We both remember there was a reason we had never done this before. We both laugh. I swim on my back and kick some water in your direction. You laugh and mimic me. Now that we are laughing and playing I feel free. Now I grab you and really kiss you. The moon quietly rises as we find something. Are lips are not cold and purple anymore. We make our way back in. You grab a towel out of the Jeep and I grab some more wood to throw on the fire. We settle down with our shoulders barely touching. Neither of us know what to say. We start a smoke before I realize we should have a short glass of whiskey. I lurch up and get the bottle and two small glasses. As I pour it the smokey aroma has us looking forward. I settle back down and this time our hips are touching. We clink glass but before you can drink it, I say, kiss me again. You bat those unforgettable eyes, smile, and lean into me. You laugh and take a swig of whiskey. I follow suit. Good choice, the mouths are warm now. Ten years and thirteen states, I finally get my kiss. We lay back in the sand and look at the moon. We are holding hands, don't know quite what we are doing, feel overwhelmed, but also feel at ease. We are at the right place. Everything else is going to have to catch up with a fast moving road show. You suggest we go to the tent but I want to lay outside a bit longer. You agree and put your head on my shoulder. You say, "Patrick tell me a story". "Babe", I respond. "this is the story. Once it plays out, I will tell it to you". I feel like I could tell you many stories but I am consumed with the one that is being written righ in front of me. I would ruin it and tell you I love you too soon. I choose to be quiet. I ask you to hush. We will be in the tent soon. For now listen to the wind sweeping in.

Woods

Midnight and felt like the sun was around the corner. Trying to beat the rays through my blinds while I thought of you. There was no traveling going to save the heel. As I curled my toes in pain, your face floated to me. I wanted nothing more than to run through the woods to you. No one told me that they had burnt down. I choked as I spoke your name out loud. Done coughing I squeeze my ribs and wonder.

Genessee

The chain for the neon Genessee sign is pulled and my set is just beginning to play. I need to walk across the stained floor. I hear the door being pulled closed and bolted as I brace for the night air. I can't move though. I could feel my beard growing as my nails dug into the bar. As I pulled myself up the bartender called me Jim and asked if I wanted one for the road. I could enjoy my set if I ignored the mopping.

14 blocks

The frost was quickening my pulse. I had impulsively ran out the door with out enough on. The cold was like steel hitting me. I had gone fourteen blocks before I realized I was chasing a dream I had already woke up from. I didn't like the reality of the situation and wished I was still a sleep. There was nothing left to do as I contemplated my own punishment. It would come slowly, but it would surely come. I gritted my teeth and headed back.

Too tired to do anything but write. Too tired to make the right choices. My voice will crackle against the tired paper. I will pant and cuss before I fall. You will imagine what I am going to say next. You will be right. I should stop wasting your time.

ER

His hands were steady as he pulled another knot tight on my cheek. I felt a drop of blood fall as he tightend it. The shot, the booze, my hard headedness, took the pain out of it. Just one more interuption in an otherwise good night of drinking. The ER had taken way too long. I was ready to leave a long time ago. I let others convince me that this was the best option. Must stop bleeding! I was not going to bleed to death. They were afraid my scar was going to be too much. I was missing the moan of the street and couldn't think of charisma lost. The nurse dabbed my face with what smelt like an iodine soaked gauze. My belly rumbled for a hambuger as my loins screamed out for pussy. It was something about laying there some what in others control that sent my mind scittering. I really did want a burger. I really did need a woman. Being inert opened the neediest chanels. I could move but was not allowed to. I found I was hungry for the most basic of needs. My friend took me around the corner to a Greek diner and insisted we have a burger. He was old fashion in the sense that if you loose blood you must eat meat. We did just that. I would have never escaped his kindness if I hadn't slipped out to the street while he was washing his hands. The cool sunny air kissed me good morning and whispered promises of complete healing.

whisper

The sun rose, the sun set. What I saw would stagger most. If I knew how to apologize for beauty I would, I don't. Staggering to find my feet, struggling for breath, I wonder if what I saw was true. No such beauty could be marked with paint and brush, no such stride could be replicated. The whisper, the moan, the kiss, the neck, leaves me feeling naked. Let me whisper once in that ear and I am sure I will make a fool of myself.