atmosphere i used to know this woman who had the most beautiful tattoos on the topsides of both of her hands. she was 43 years old, and, as far as i know, had never yet been with a man. it's not that she wasn't attractive (she was beautiful) but it was the way that she interacted. she was aggressively passive, to the point where she would have intimidated any man that ever tried to catch it. on the right hand, she had a tattoo of a nude girl - she claimed it is what god resembled. but on the left, she had a mirror image of the same female, and this one, she explained, looked like the devil.
i remember once watching her touch her own breasts, how the tattoos smiled as they stared down her stomach, as if anticipating when they'd be allowed to caress the sweet flower that they both seemed to hunger. now, maybe i was high, but it felt so right: heaven and hell both take till this woman's warm - it didn't make sense how she could commence touching herself with me wide awake in the same room..
but if i've learned anything in my years, i've learned i no longer believe in surprise - but what happened next damn near stole my tears - the tattoos came alive right in front of my eyes.
they both slowly stood up and climbed off her hands, and showed me why she never took some time with a man. they climbed deep inside of this woman's garden, she closed her eyes and she gently bit her bottom lip...
i stepped, i left, and i don't regret leaving and i'll never forget all the things i saw that evening - a glimpse of religion, a piece of coming closer to understand more about what intrigues me most. i didn't get turned on, i just got turned - i wasn't as aroused as i was concerned for each one of them i've hurt and every time i think burned - i've got a lot to teach but even more to learn.
so now i keep my eyes open, hoping to take in all i can about woman taking in all she can, and for as long as i breathe i'd save a seat in my memory for that woman with the tattooed hands.
there's good and evil in each individual fire, identifies needs and feeds our desires. as long as we keep our spirit inspired, she can bite her bottom lip all she wants.
rr . 080625
unhinged unhinged_in_honolulu
rolling in his jeep cherokee, i heard that song numerous times. the warm night breeze would blow perfume into the car as we drove from spot to spot. kelli, paul, hiro, the bum in his folding lawn chair selling papers at the light on the road on the side of the highway near kelli's apartment in maikiki, watching paradise slip by the car window, bumping atmosphere as we rolled along.
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3.5 years to go before we're madmen or witnesses to the greatest event in recorded human history..should be a hell of a show either way.
unhinged a photographic_memory
i still see their matching dreadlocks
from behind
everytime the bass line
bumps in my headphones
of the airwaves
the turned heads in neighboring cars
when we pulled up to a red light

that bring
smiles to my lips
what's it to you?
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