Thanks to NEKNEERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting PhotoChallenge 200. Also, thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for this last Friday’s Music Challenge “I’ll Be the Moon” by Dierks Bentley Ft. Maron Morris.
Credit: Justin Peters
“I’ll Be the Moon” by Dierks Bentley Ft. Maron Morris
It begins so innocently. A few words, a few texts that turn into a few hundred. A few phone calls and coffees. A few drinks, and late night conversations. My phone lights up in the dark. “Where are you?”
“Just meet me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Kier, meet for a drink, for an hour, maybe two, maybe three.”
“Baby, I’m in.” I speed towards our favorite bar. Our relationship has never gone passed intimate conversation or eyes locked for eons, long enough to drown in each other’s presence.
Jovial talking and laughter ring as I open the bar door. I find you in the restaurant bar and stride towards you. Your smile lights up my heart. Elation and this feeling that I can’t name rushes through my veins.
You take a sip of your beer then, saunter over to greet me. Taking my cold hands you warm them, before grazing your against my cheek. Its silkiness causes fire to light inside me.
“Girl, you can’t take your eyes off me, can you?”
You chuckle and lean into me, forehead against my chest. “Yeah, I’ve been missing the sight of you. I keep thinking about you, Kier.”
Your words are sweet relief and our first kiss overwhelms me. I grip your vanilla scented hair in my fingers. Your lips brush mine, over and over. I nip your bottom lip, and the clammer in the bar disappears.
I’ve dreamt of kissing you often. Is it even real? Then, you moan and the kiss elevates, lips melding and tongues meeting faster, passion igniting in us both. We’re lost until a waitress pokes my shoulder.
“Oh, Brandy. We’re kind of busy. I gaze at your swollen lips, preparing to dive back in.
You move away slightly, gripping my shirt, eyes wide. There’s enough room for Brandy to half squeeze between us.
“Kier, you want a beer? You haven’t ordered yet, there’s specials on tap or do you want your regular?” Brandy presses her red lips together and wiggles her chest against my side. Her scoop neck t-shirt leaves cleavage bulging out. I’m not interested and never have been. I peer at you, your biting your lip, your eyes narrowed at Brandy.
“The regular’s fine, Brandy.” She looks at you and freezes. You roll your eyes at her and she flushes, before giving a fake smile and swaying her hips, teetering back to the bar on red heels.
You burst out laughing and snuggle into my checked shirt and chest. You pull my my face down towards your lips, hands around my back, stroking beneath my shirt.
“Mmm.” I can’t help moaning. Our lips clash, the sparks between us explode. I lead you back towards the booth, where no one will bother us anymore.
We converse, make-out as if we we’re both sixteen, and laugh for hours. When your ringtone, a new version of “House of the Rising Sun” goes off, his name pops up on your caller ID, I try to hide my disappointment.
You brush your hand through my hair. “I’m sorry, it’s time to go. I need to get home. He’s wondering where I am.”
I hate your excuses, but sigh against your neck placing small kisses towards your velvet earlobe. You giggle pushing me away half-heartedly.
I grasp your small chin. “Ain’t no one gotta know. Please, Mer, one more kiss before you go.”
As you walk away and I admire your legs, leaning against the back of the booth. Your flash your sweet blue eyes at me peering back, before sauntering out the door. I don’t think you know how sexy you are, even when you’re leaving me.
I grumble to myself in the booth. What are you doing? She’s married and it’s going to get complicated. Then my heart comments. It’s already complicated, Kier, and you know it. You might as well see it through and see what happens.
Brandy walks up to me, sliding her hand down my arm. She’s young and attractive with glossy brown hair and whisky eyes, but she has no substance. She has nothing on your mahogany curls, plush pink lips, and your ironic sense of humor. I wave Brandy off and drink my third beer. I imagine you in my arms, somewhere we’re undisturbed.
A couple of days later I phone you and we have our first fight. “I can’t do this to my husband, he loves me. We have ten years together.” The years in your voice are audible. You sound exhausted, frustrated, and you’re crying.
“So, he’s cheating again?”
“Yeah, his fifth mistress, that I know about.”
” Ten years, huh? I don’t wanna be a liar and I don’t wanna be a fool, but I hate keeping secrets. For now I will, if you want me to because I can’t lose you. Give us a chance, we could be so much more than you and what’s his name.”
“We are more. You’ve always been more to me than him, even when you left.” You’re whispering. I’m wandering if you’re hiding in the laundry room, so he doesn’t hear your call.
Your voice wobbles. “You’re all I have, he doesn’t know me like you do. He doesn’t love the me from long ago, or the me today. Kier, love me, don’t let me go. Someday soon, this will all work out.”
I shake my head. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I don’t care anymore. “Okay, Mer. As I said, I don’t want our relationship to remain a secret, but I will if you want me to, right now. Can you do this, juggle your husband’s infidelities and us? Sometime soon you have to make up your mind. A man that treats you like he does isn’t worth your time.”
Your crying. “I never thought I’d see you after all these years. I can’t let you go again. It ripped me apart when you left, that’s why I married him. I didn’t have to think about the hole in my heart when I focused on him; at least until his first affair began.”
“So, you want to meet up tonight? Somewhere in-between where you and I live? If that’s what you want, we can meet as often as we’re both able. I feel as if you’re leavin’ me in the dark, accepting you only as an affair. I want more, but if that’s all I get from you until you end it with him, I’ll take it. He can be your sun and I’ll be your moon.”
“You’re so lyrical sometimes. I love that about you.”
“It’s the truth. He has your days, and I have your nights, time permitting. But what happens when the two times intersect? He can be the sun and I’ll be the moon, for now, but not forever.”
It’s a nice hotel, swanky, and comfortable. You’re stretched out with me, our skin flush and our limbs tangled after hours loving. I kiss your forehead, brushing my fingers through long mahogany hair.
Suddenly, his ringtone goes off. Your phone lights up in the dark.
I kiss your cheeks and your sweet lips. You bury your face in the pillow, trying not to cry. “Gotta go. He’s wondering where I am.”
“I know, but it still ain’t easy. Just tonight, stay longer. Stay for the whole night. Say you’re at your friend’s place having a girl’s night after a hard day. Call your friend, Liz. She supports us, and she’ll back you up. Tell him you had a bad day at work, and forgot to phone hi earlier.”
“I don’t forget to text him stuff like that.”
“Maybe, you do, this once.”
You giggle, “Someone’s creative tonight. You must really want me to stay. I want to stay too.” You smile, plush lips brushing mine, before placing your head on my chest. I wonder if you can hear how fast my heart beats when I’m entwined with you.
You raise your head, your face is streaked with tears and you kiss me hard, not soft but with need. There’s desperation in your kiss.
You climb on top of me. “One more time before I go.”
I grin. Our kisses and caresses multiply, tightening the cord of our connection. Later, you’re gone, but I’m lay awake in the early morning hours.
My mind won’t stop circling. Tomorrow, she’ll be waking up beside him. She’ll tell him that you loves him, but I know Mer doesn’t mean it. She loves me she told me so. She doesn’t love him at all, she never has.
For over five months now, you continue to meet me some nights. Unexpectedly, we have the whole weekend to ourselves. He’s off on some business trip. You already told me he has a new mistress. I don’t understand how he doesn’t know he has the best of all women in you.
You’re splayed on top of me and we’re both gasping for breath. You pull the blankets up around us as our sweat cools, your head in the crook of my neck.
You bite your lip, peering up at me. “In my mind when I’m looking at him, and when I think of him, I don’t see us staying together. We’ve had ten years, ten years of what? Ten years of lies and deceit, now on both our parts.”
I rub your back in support. You talks about him lots. Thinking aloud, attempting to solve the riddle; how to let your husband know you want a divorce, that there was never love between either of you.
You kiss my neck, then my heart. ” I’ve been lying about loving him for years. I can’t stand all his affairs, but are we any better, having our own affair now? I feel so guilty, but at the same time, I don’t care anymore. He deserves it.”
“I hate this.” I don’t mean to sound harsh, but I have to tell you. ” He’s always the elephant in the room. No matter what you think, he’s never known the real you. He doesn’t see you for you, or the false life you both live. But girl, I see you and know the truth. I see you clearer than he ever will.”
I flip you over, resting on top of your sweet body and my forearms. “Don’t let this be a secret any longer. I don’t want to only be the moon; I want to be sunlight too.”
I kiss you tangling my lips and tongue with yours, channeling my will into our loving making. Between gasps you whisper, “Okay, Tuesday, I’ll see my lawyer.”
My eyes go wide and you giggle, kissing the joyful grin on my face. I tickle you, then my hands make the familiar journey down you alabaster skin.
Later I tell you. “I’m no longer the moon, but sunlight too. I’m every time of day with you.”
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