Unpredictable
The water taxi docks on the pier in New York.
We look around into the tourist faces, grateful
at not needing a cultural passport. One thing
learned from being native, is that the pursuit of
happiness occurs in variety, in distinction, that
makes our hearts flutter with vibrant colors.
I have secured my visa from the freedom of
love you have given me, without conditions,
or restraints, without hurtful words, or apathetic
actions. Before I ask your opinion, I know the
answer, because I know the way of your soul,
with all its worries and aspirations.
I am proud of my years with you, and I must
add with candour, that you my best friend are a
rarity. I love the way you disorient me from the
fears and pain of my past, with the pleasure of
words spoken, and the genuine commission of
your touch.
As the weather turns nasty, the humanity around
us doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry, but with
equal twinges of excitement, you and I grin and
wink at each other with impulsive gesture, as you
invite me back to your brownstone apartment for
some hot coffee and conversation.
“Well that’s life, isn’t it? Unpredictable, ” you say,
managing that cute giggle that is uniquely yours.
It’s not the way of your walk, or that Scottish accent
that makes me want to cast-off shirts with you, but
that sweet, yet manly swagger that holds my lasting
interest, sending my nervous system on frenzy.
And before me you stand, this striking person with
boyish grin, and the overuse of the word, ‘mate, ‘
holding that stuffed Loch Ness monster in your hand,
with looks forbidding but gentleness underneath,
begging me to someday explore the Scottish countryside
with you.
In our daily rendezvous, I’ve seen you shirtless, naked,
leaning forward, filling my glass with white wine, with
appreciation for not only my intelligence but also my very
essence. You know me, you really, really know me.
“One day I’ll live in Scotland with you and write about
our latest exploits, ” I say,
as we toast to the dream we both know will become
a reality. I blush at the way you look at me; swarthy,
insistent, like you are going to hold me to my word. “I
thought we were going to have coffee”, I say. And you,
in your usual manner respond with one word,
“Unpredictable.”
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