Icarus's blog: "Hurts to watch."

How'd I fall for someone with such a small butt?

I'm
glad I didn't just say that outloud.
The company I'm in, the outline I've drawn.
It wouldn't be the best of times.
Her sister to my right.
My goddess returning to her poised pedastal after a brief quest to
the snacky machine.

It's funny what your mind goes through when you watch someone you desire walk away.
I have to imagine its something like what dogs feel when you leave them in the yard
with their favorite bone,
and a half-full dish of water.

Are they ever coming back?
Do they still love me?
Is this because I threw up on the rug?
Or do we do this every day?
I think we do but-

and she's back.

Somewhere in the effortless hum I missed an entire exchange of girl-talk and snickering commentary.
Whose chunky ass is continuing to grow.
The perfect combination of parts.
Guess who just ate a whole tub of butter-
how many licks does it take

I never bothered to mention I spent more time looking at her eyes than her ass...
but
maybe it didn't bear mentioning.
Maybe I'm just a smiling ghost in the room.
Invited to witness, and occasionally offer the voice of bashful consent.
There had to be a reason why I was reigned into the topic.

I could have made mention of body language.
How simplified and unantagonistic these women were
compared to
... everything.

But I was somewhere else.
I usually am.
She keeps running her hand over her exposed sternum
and the world shrinks to an area less than two square feet
as that tailored, slender hand strokes

My chin in my forearms
my gigantic world-umbrella over-coat
no one will notice any puddles of drool I leave as I watch her.

Still with no intent...
I just want.

Like a pyro with a nuke.
I wouldn't know what to do with it
except polish buff occasionally whisper and kiss.
Light
afraid to break the brittle mirage.

I bet she tastes like fresh ground caocao.
Slight twinge of bitter. Best accented with a little salt and sweet.
Unapologetically numbs the senses.
Goes great with vanilla.
Cinnamon.
And blow torches.

Right on the tip of my teeth...
mere inches away
and all I have to say is
"break's over".