There was springtime, flashlight tag on a foggy April night among the junipers and forget-me-nots. Two of us, greased black overalls and honeydew frock galloping through the cockleburs and the tumbleweed throwing beams of hazy white across the shadows as if they had the power to freeze. I found you by the rope swing you giggled slyly through your blonde hair fumbling wildly through the flowers screaming "ollyollyoxenfree". I tagged you in the meadow and you tripped I tripped we tumbled through the brush-tips of the foxtails; it was there you kissed my cheek. There was summer, skinny-dipping Trapper's Lake a sweaty, gnat-filled August night. Cold cloudy water laced with waves of moon glued blonde trails about your face. Splashfights in the marshy shallows, Gleaming water traced your skin. Your silhouetted, naked body sloshing through my cannonade newly bulged in secret places. We touched, by chance or imprecision, you stopped I stopped we looked away. Just drippings off our shaking parts, crickets far beyond the shore, a chattering of nervous teeth, a starlit sheet and nothing more. You slowly turned, I turned around I raised my eyes; they found your skin found your scared eyes, your trembling lip and other trembles left unhid. I reached my hand across the dark you took it, timid, to your budding breast. Soft flesh creased beneath my fingers. We stood there for the longest time. There was autumn, strolls through reds, through browns and yellow ochres, amongst trees which bared themselves of leaves as your head bared itself of its inimitable blonde tress, rustling, crunching along a chilly Halloween. Superman and Cleopatra hand in hand and house to house we'd trick-or-treat and pretend. You'd say that the trees were still green and the Spring never dies and that the red that I see comes from the Death in my eyes. You said you were Cleopatra because in Egypt life never ends and if life never ends you can't ever lose people, or friendships, or love. With a mascara-dyed tear you said Superman didn't live forever, Even Superman died. I took off my "S" wrapped my cape around you. There was winter, toboggans on a New Year's Eve. Two wild tracks through heaps of virgin snow we sledded over Chapel Hill in parka green and ski suit blue. We flipped over the Children's Boulder, landed sprawled upon our backs. You threw snow upon my face, red-hot needles scalded every exposed pore. Wide open eyes I glared at you said, "I'm Cryo-man! I feel no pain!" chased after you with balled-up snow stamping and sloshing towards you. You giggled madly all the way to the frozen shore of Trapper's Lake. Silence, only wisps of northern winds as you stared at the frozen lake at our spot. You pale face and bald head hung low as you gazed blankly at a memory. I said that I'd changed from Superman to Cryo-man because Cryo-man's ability is making people live forever. You turned your head and looked at me with your bloodshot, raccoon eyes your pink lips curved weakly at me you turned back to stare at the summertime. I whispered in your ear "You can live forever." I closed my eyes and nudged you into the cryogenic water.
Reason for writing:
I like to write.
Birth sign: Taurus
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