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 . Tonight my phone lights up in the dark. “Where are you?”
“Just meet me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Kier, just meet for a drink, an hour, maybe two, maybe three.”
“Baby, I’m in.” I rush towards the bar. It’s our favourite place, but our relationship has never gone passed conversation before.
Familiar loud talking and laughter ring as I open the door. I stride into the restaurant bar and 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 drink beer and saunter over to greet me, taking my cold hands and warming them. You hold your hand up to my cheek, the back of it silk against my stubble.
“Girl, you can’t take your eyes off me, can you?” I’m only half-joking.
You chuckle and lean into me, forehead against my chest. “Yeah, I’ve been missing the sight of you a lot. I keep thinking about you, Kier.”
Your words are sweet relief and our first kiss overwhelms me, and I grip your vanilla scented hair in my hands. Your lips brush mine, over and over. I nip your bottom lip, and the noise in the bar disappears.
I’ve dreamt of kissing you so often. Is it even real? Then, you moan and the kiss elevates, lips pressing and tongues meeting faster, passion igniting in us both. We’re lost in the moment until a familiar waitress taps my shoulder.
“Oh, hey, Brandy. We’re kind of busy. I gaze at your swollen lips and prepare to dive back in.
You move away slightly, and I can tell your flustered. There’s enough room for Brandy to squeeze in 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, her scoop neck leaves her cleavage bulging out, but I’m not interested in her.
“The regular’s fine, Brandy.” She smiles and sways her hips, teetering back to the bar in thin heels.
You burst out laughing and snuggle back into my checked shirt and chest. You pull my my head down towards you hand stroking my cheek. Our lips clash, the sparks between us explode and I lead you back towards your booth and your drink in the darkened bar.
We converse, make out like we’re sixteen, and laugh for hours. When your phone rings and 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 sigh against your neck placing small kisses back to your earlobe. You giggle half-heartedly pushing me away.
I smile. “Ain’t no one gotta know, please, Mer, one more kiss before you go.”
Then, your gone, gazing at me behind you leaning against the booth. Your flash your sweet blue eyes at me, sauntering out the door. I don’t think you know how sexy you are, even walking away.
I grumble to myself in the booth. What are you doing? She’s married and it’s going to get complicated. Then my heart decides to comment. 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 again, sliding her hand down my arm. She’s young with glossy brown hair and whisky eyes, but she has no substance and nothing on your mahogany curls and plush pink lips. I drink my third beer and imagine you in my arms, somewhere we can both be alone.
A couple of days later I phone you and it’s 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.
“Did that ten years mean something? Because I don’t wanna be a liar and I don’t wanna be a fool. I hate keeping secrets, but I will if you want me to, I can’t lose you. Give us a chance, we could be so much more than you and what’s his name.”
“It is more. It always has been more to me.” Your whispering and I’m wandering if you’re hiding at home so he doesn’t hear your phone call.
“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. I don’t want our relationship to remain a secret, but I will if you want me to for now. Can you do this, juggle your husband and I? Sometime soon you have to make up you mind.”
She’s crying again. “I never thought I’d see you after all these years. I can’t let you go again. It ripped me apart, that’s why I married him, so I didn’t have to think about the hole you left behind in my heart.”
“So, you want to meet up tonight? Somewhere in-between of you and me? If that’s what you want, we can do that. You’re leavin’ me in the dark, but it 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, though. He has your days, and I have your nights for a few hours. 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. Your stretched out with me, our skin grazing and our limbs tangled after hours spent loving. I kiss your forehead, rub my fingers through your mahogany long hair.
Suddenly, a ringtone goes off in the silence. Your phone lights up in the darkness.
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 eat your friend’s place having a girl’s night after a hard day. Call Liz, tell him you forgot to let him know.”
“Someone’s creative tonight. You must really want me to stay. I want to stay so much.” You smile plush lips brushing mine, before placing your head against my chest.
Your face is streaked with tears and you listen to my heart, before kissing me again, not softly but with need.
You climb on top of me. “One more time before I go.”
But like always our kiss multiplies and tightens the cord of our connection. And hours later, you’re gone, but I’m lying 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.
At night you still see me. We have the whole weekend. He’s off on some business trip. You already told me his had a mistress or two throughout the years. I don’t understand how he could.
You’re lying on top of me and we’re both breathing hard. You pull the blankets up around us as our sweat cools.
“In my mind when I’m looking at him, and when I think of him. I just don’t see us staying together. It’s ten years, it ten years of what.”
I sigh. She talks about this lots. Thinking aloud, attempting to solve the riddle; how to break off with one’s husband when love was never there. When you’ve been lying about loving him for years because of his affairs, but you’re no better, having your own affair.
“I hate this.” I don’t mean to sound harsh, but I have to tell her. ” He’s always the elephant in the room. And no matter what you think, he can’t see you or the false life he lives. But girl, I see you and know the truth.”
“Don’t let this be a secret any longer. I don’t want to be the just the moon; I want to be sunlight too.”
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