bliss is...
waiting for you to finish
research at the lobby, growing ecstatic at the first glimpse of you
having you come over and
say hi to my friend studying there, him waving bye to you with a nice
acknowledging smile
changing to go Jogging, having
you squeal to high heavens over my sagging tummy
jogging in weird
directions on the track, moaning together about the stupid heat
having raindrops drizzle
on us while we ignore its ever increasing intensity
giving up on walking in
the rain, deciding to head back to the room
changing places with you so
that you’ll get less wet
struggling with you
clambering up ‘neverending steps’
leading you back to the
room through a maze of stairways
soaking a towel in warm
water so that you get to freshen up
dripping wet after shOwer yet throwing on clothes, so you have a
dry towel
cuddling you up in bed for
a nice little nap
asking you repeatedly if
you’re comfortable, just so I see you smile contentedly
racking my brains for
dinner suggestions, seeing your face light up with a pasta decision
seeing you all
business-like and impatient while heading to dinner
spoiling you by taking bus
for one bus stop
seeing your face light up
in delight when the bus stops right outside the restaurant
having you purr
affectionately in contentment while waiting for food
insisting that they serve us
cold chocoLate instead of hot
sharing food with you,
pulling a plate away from you just so you don’t fill up that quickly
seeing you throw torn fat
meat back into the plate uncouthly yet preventing me from eating them
preventing you from paying
just to see the indignation on your face
holding your hand tight
walking through a group of workers
growing horrified at your
claim that you could eat more prata
showing disgust together
at the way some dogs are treated
bringing you past coffeeclub express to the nearest available toilets
leading you back all the
way to the room through the slopes
realising to my dismay that
there were indeed a couple of steps
walking through that
‘scary’ pathway with benches in the middle of nowhere imagining it’s ‘damn hot’
in the day
pushing you up the central
forum slope drIpping with perspiration
getting the deserved
reward when the nice breeze blows strongly
seeing you air yourself
uncouthly just because it was really hot
lumbering over the band N
practice reluctantly with that huge instrument
stealing glances at you
during practice to see that you were stealing glances too in return
smsing
frantically about the terrible standards of playing, scoffing at the lack of
effort
hovering around while you
practised during break just so that I’ll be there anytime you need anything
climbing that huge flight
of steps with your laptop and instrument so you have the lightest load possible
spEnding a day
like this with you.
dejectium out
09 march 2006
2328hrs gmt +8