He begins his journey… a slight shiver in his bones… compliments of the cool jersey spring
His attire matching the rawness in the air… daring Mother Nature to defy his natural swag
Not much talking during his journey… his environment has forced him to constantly and quietly observe
So he moves as a shadow does… one is always aware of him but possibly too intimidated to approach him
The brisk air doesn’t stop them, the mystery man’s groupies, they still wait to offer feeble attempts at capturing his attention other than a sneaky glance at the nice assed ones.
He walks as if he has a mission,,, bopping his head to the constant singsong scream of “Gucci”, the pothead crooning of wiz and the lyrical street stories of jeezy… every super villain has dope theme music
His mind is filled with thoughts… mostly thoughts of her… he wonders what she is doing, if she will be there to meet up with him…what scent will she wear today…he’ll never admit it… but he wonders
Twenty minutes of walking, lost in his mind, induced with dour and good music, he finally hops on his mode of transportation, the train offers much more than warmth… its where it begins and normalcy ends
Five minutes of looking out the window and she appears… she’s early today… he must have missed her crazy… purple wife beater… shorts that may have been for her three year old and smelling of eucalyptus spearmint oil with a hint of flower bomb perfume
As soon as she sees him she ravishes his lips… he ponders how he deals with her daily extreme public displays of affection and quickly remembers why when he tastes her raspberry mango beauty rush lip gloss… she’s smart J
As usual, she begins rambling… how much she misses him, she can’t stand her manager, she used papers last night but still prefers cigars, her daughter is a maniac, she misses him, she loves him… she has no pauses, never seems to take breaths
She never wonders about them and why they are together… she adores him… he, on the other hand, can’t help but speculate on what force of nature placed him in her world and so unable to leave… she is everything he is not
He is who he is because he doesn’t want to be those things that he is not … technically she is the epitomy of what he would never want to be… as she continues her longwinded banter he marvels
She is a beautiful creature, but not like swan beautiful… more like the beauty of a sleek panther gleaming all over to show off its magnificent stature… but he was who he was…beautiful women followed him, flirted with him, fed him with short sexual experiences
He knew that she was more… more than a medley of pretty eyeshadows and pressed powder foundation… there was something more to this woman that anyone that crossed her path could see
Her heart was like his… wounded but not broken… tougher but not hardened… they both still believed in the idea of love
She did not know of HER man’s thoughts, this man that she met at this train everyday around the same time… she was oblivious to the fact that her words was not the cause of his loving stare
She loved him… fully, completely, without inhibitions… she didn’t think about her words being silly or her actions being erratic… she trusted him to love her… all guards down
He stared because he did… he loved this magnificent creature that existed sporadically in his world… he loved her with only a love that a man like himself could possess… it has been 25 minutes.. he knows she will soon run off… she hates jersey weather
Quick goodbyes and promises of love and next day dates…she kisses him madly, playfully pulls his hair and runs off… light years away
He gathers his thoughts, changes his ipod to mr. weed and shoes himself soulja boy, and remembers as he gets off in south jersey.. she doesn’t exist.. shes a kush cloud… he will get her back soon enough
~Viola Monroe
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