Invitation to the ecstatic

She, whose eye first found me inside the whirring train, a week ago, amidst the bustle of folks, delivering themselves to future selves but never finding purchase. Her pupils held me in their expanse, a seeking quality, questioning, imploring me to get to know her more. So I made my move with a casual saunter that also, I fear, betrayed my anxiety. Lead me to temptation, my love.

She, I knew was more than she presented. A goddess clothed in mortal flesh, and I knew to be cautious, for a goddess is not to be trifled with. Yet, as I said, she beckoned me with her eyes to know her, and undressed my ego with her spirit. I sat and said hello.

She sighed, and let me know that she was grateful for my company, and wanted to show me something that perhaps I hadn’t seen. I startled a bit, not knowing what to say, because I had yet to speak, and her air of familiarity was that of an old friend, or lover.

Forget me

Natasha always would sweat while she slept. She would often dream she was an anxious fern, lustful for the touch of the sun, groping at the sky.
“Your warmth is all I need, my love” She would imagine.
Then her eyes would flutter open as the gentle song from her iphone filled the room and rob her of her nightly retreat. The dreams always felt too short. And strange. Why the metaphor? She never gave it much thought. Just noted the oddness of yearning for a dream about the sun.

And so, the ritual was. It was something that she looked forward to during the day, and bemoaned leaving as morning forced her into wakefulness. And it might have continued that way had she not encountered the young man on the bus.

The young man on the bus. She named him Steve the first time she saw him. The way the light from the window cast on his face made him seem otherworldly. It stirred in her the same feelings she felt while dreaming her nightly ritual. A moment of bated breath. A moistening between her thighs. A longing to reach for him.
It was, in other words, irrational. She knew it. She knew nothing true about Steve. He might murder her if given the chance. And still a part of her wondered, “would that be so bad”.