melle-belle's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- we didn't, we didn't, we never did Longing, poignantly conveyed: "I was the D.H. Lawrence of not doing it, the voice of all the would-be lovers who ached and squirmed. From our contortions in doorways, on stairwells, and in the bucket seats of cars we could have composed a Kama Sutra of interrupted bliss. It must have been that night when I recalled all the other times of walking home after seeing you, so that it seemed as if I was falling into step behind a parade of my former selves-myself walking home on the night we first kissed, myself on the night when I unbuttoned your blouse and kissed your breasts, myself on the night when I lifted your skirt above your thighs and dropped to my knees-each succeeding self another step closer to that irrevocable moment for which our lives seemed poised. "But we didn't, not in the moonlight, or by the phosphorescent lanterns of lightning bugs in your back yard, not beneath the constellations we couldn't see, let alone decipher, or in the dark glow that replaced the real darkness of night, a darkness already stolen from us, not with the skyline rising behind us while a city gradually decayed, not in the heat of summer while a Cold War raged, despite the freedom of youth and the license of first love-because of fate, karma, luck what does it matter?-we made not doing it a wonder, and yet we didn't, we didn't, we never did." -Stuart Dybek, "We Didn't"Sigh. 11:02 p.m. - 2012-06-13 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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