I danced in the rain. Turned aimlessly about myself exuberance from left to right. Greeted the invisible orchestra. Bowed to the audience. Laughed. Loud. Over and over again. Everything was foggy and wet and dry and clear and high and low and fast and slow.
The lion rolled the car window down, raised an eyebrow. "Are you crazy?"
"Is that a trick question?"
"Please come into the car," he pleaded, "you will get sick."
"I do not care," I cried, "you do come out . It is just so beautiful. "
He seemed to struggle with himself, hesitated a few seconds was before he turned off the engine and got out of the car. His hands he held, in a pathetic attempt to protect himself against the icy cold rain water over his head, ran to me and then pulled his jacket like a tent over us both. I had to giggle.
"I 'm already wet anyway, "said I wrapped my arms around his neck, stood on tiptoe and kissed him once, twice, three times," Besides, I have made the earlier times. This Rumgetanze. This silly chanting. In the rain. In the snow. In the heat. Everywhere. "
" You're crazy, "he murmured, but it gave me a big smile. The lion looked me straight in the eye - and then his face suddenly serious. "What are you? Your pupils'
"I'm high on you." My voice was just a light touch, a little gust of wind that smelled disgusting peppermint candy. I wanted to kiss him - passionate, demanding, hot, stormy, intimate - but he pulled his head away. "Do not be such a fucking philistine," I muttered, "relax. It's me. You want me yet. "
" I love you and that is exactly the reason why I "
" Ssh see, thou you love me, I love you. "Cautiously I stroked his cheek. "And, you know I love myself. And the world. And pistachio ice cream. And "
The lion rolled the car window down, raised an eyebrow. "Are you crazy?"
"Is that a trick question?"
"Please come into the car," he pleaded, "you will get sick."
"I do not care," I cried, "you do come out . It is just so beautiful. "
He seemed to struggle with himself, hesitated a few seconds was before he turned off the engine and got out of the car. His hands he held, in a pathetic attempt to protect himself against the icy cold rain water over his head, ran to me and then pulled his jacket like a tent over us both. I had to giggle.
"I 'm already wet anyway, "said I wrapped my arms around his neck, stood on tiptoe and kissed him once, twice, three times," Besides, I have made the earlier times. This Rumgetanze. This silly chanting. In the rain. In the snow. In the heat. Everywhere. "
" You're crazy, "he murmured, but it gave me a big smile. The lion looked me straight in the eye - and then his face suddenly serious. "What are you? Your pupils'
"I'm high on you." My voice was just a light touch, a little gust of wind that smelled disgusting peppermint candy. I wanted to kiss him - passionate, demanding, hot, stormy, intimate - but he pulled his head away. "Do not be such a fucking philistine," I muttered, "relax. It's me. You want me yet. "
" I love you and that is exactly the reason why I "
" Ssh see, thou you love me, I love you. "Cautiously I stroked his cheek. "And, you know I love myself. And the world. And pistachio ice cream. And "
He put the jacket on my shoulders and gave me a short, gentle kiss. The taste of fear and despair was at my Palate hang. "What should I do just about you?
"I love it. Want me. Me. Make me happy. Hold me - keep me. Let me never to go again. "passed on, two seconds, during which I laughed briefly and then with a small flame in the eyes looked up to him. "Fuck me?"
He showed no reaction to my answer. His hands rested on my cold arms, his eyes on my soul. "What should I do just with you?" He repeated, this time more to himself than to me.
I chuckled and swung gently from right to left.
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