Pi Day

It was a lonely day on the 13th, a Saturday in a large house alone. The taunting sun outside was blasting with its temptation, I sit alone and drunk. Awoken by a message received on my phone, I looked and read a worried barrage of messages from my dearest, the room suddenly stopped spinning, she was saying to call her...so I did. It was 11 in the evening, in southwest Santa Rosa on a Saturday night. She said to walk...at 11...so I did. I walked, drunk, at 11 to see her. I arrived at the rendezvous, fatigued beyond my imagination, I had ran there. My mind told me to run, and she told me to hurry...so I did. It was 3/14 by then. I sat, in a bush, with the piercing music that was once fueling my passion, blaring in my ears. I received a call, “where did you go” she asked, I looked up and saw her beaming smile from across the dark night. She placed her hand in her pocket and scratched her head with another. Looking down and smiling, I cannot avert my eyes from her beauty, it captivates me. She was at my side, walking next to her adds strength in my will. She touches her hand to mine, wanting to clasp them again...so I did. We walked, both drunk. My mouth couldn't stop finishing every thought I had. I didn't want to stop talking to her. Hearing her voice is more alluring than the 100 hymns Beethoven performed. We arrive...at home. No tour, just water, then bed. My room is in disorder, she doesn't mind it. It is Pi Day, not a serious holiday, but one nonetheless. We lay beside each other, caressing our skin. Her touch is soft. Her eyes are brown, usually a dull color, but the contrary is applied with her. They are brown, but jump. They jump when she finishes blinking. They jump before she blinks. Lost, and careless, I stare into her eyes. I stare into her soul and see purity and beauty. Our lips meet, softly, our bodies' warmth gains too much, blankets are tossed away. She breathes loudly, snoring somewhat...i care not. She cricks...i care not. I have her in my presence, that is all I wish for. No sleep tonight, not for me, I cannot sleep. I am too intoxicated by her beauty. She awakes now and then, only to touch her lips to mine. She holds me with her arms, I feel safe and mirthful, knowing she is by my side. I watch her sleep, the sight is more beautiful than the Hanging Gardens of Babylon. Her creamy white skin shines within the dark room. Dawn rises, the sunlight screams through the open window, bearing all of its wrath on our weary bodies. She requests the blinds to be shut...so I did. We lie, awake, caught up in each others gaze, neither backing down, until the dispute is concluded with a kiss. For hours...we lie. Tummies growl by now. It is 10 am, she sits up, her rooster red mohawk is wildly misshapen, sticking up and sitting down in different places. She looks down at me, she is hungry, as am I....we still lie. Soon, we arise. She asks to cook for me, pancake breakfast, I ponder on the near future. She is unaccustomed to the layout of my kitchen, now, no more. She asks for obscure ingredients, for pancakes. She finishes, and calls me over, I discover a sweet surprise. A heart shaped pancake is smiling at me, as is she. Her hand half covers her glittering smile, as one sneaks its way on my face. We share the lovely feast she has prepared. As we dine, we share conversation, for hours it seems, we get lost in deep conversation about everything and anything our minds can clash and come up with. Now our residence is on the couch, beneath the purple Vikings blanket, our legs are entangled, our hands clamp together, and our lips cause glorious turmoil in the world around us, freezing time with each moment spent holding each other. Talking, that's all that is done, that is all that I've ever wanted. Watching movies, we cuddle, cursing the jealous canine that forces her way between us. We work past it though, dropping her on the floor. We still savor each others presence, until the final seconds are spent together. Its around 4, she must leave, but she doesn't, instead, she clings her body to mine, begging me to not let go, and I don't. Until the time finally comes, we must walk. Walk to the final destination of our day together. The walk is not silent, we talk non stop, about nothings. We arrive at the park. The sun is shining its face proudly today. Apollo's light is reflecting on the face of the goddess that stands before me, I tell her of her beauty, she rejects it and tells me the same. One day will come where she will admit it, and that day, wont be forgotten. Her car arrives and she must depart now, she frowns as she looks at me, and gives me one more farewell kiss, my hand lets hers go, as she marches on. My walk home is hard, she wanted to have a night with me. It has been something we've talked about for days. She wanted me to make her mine...so I did.