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"Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light." - Theodore Roethke

French Quarter Roaming 

We found a place to stop in

I remember the music was of our liking,

Different from the traditional Nawlins sound we kept running into

We began dancing:

Slowly moving our bodies to the rhythm and groove of the music.  

We were in perfect harmony.

Maybe you had one drink too many,

But while we moved our hips in unison

I saw lust in your eyes:

Tunnel vision,

Your eyes were laser focused

Your eyes were open

Your eyes were full of desire...

Your eyes were not on me. 

We continued dancing. 

I continued watching.

I saw the difference in your stare

I witnessed the way you licked your lips, smirked, 

took a sip of your drink, 

And continued watching...her.  

I'm not sure what I think I saw in the next moments as I continued to watch you watch her,

But it looked like ecstasy.  

I stood there and just stared at you.  

I needed confirmation:

I needed to convince my heart the crazy ideas suddenly on my mind were justified. 

My heart was beating so fast, 

my palms were sweaty, 

but I felt cold. 

My temperature dropped as I realized 

and contemplated.

Time was ticking...and I was a bomb ready to explode. 

You know what came next: disaster. 

I cursed you.

You called me "crazy".

Typical. 

We left...

There was silence in the car, 

in the room, 

in the bed, 

Silence remained.

That night

Forever changed me.  

That night 

I learned things about your capabilities:

I learned

You could be disrespectful, 

A liar,

A drunk, 

An ordinary man. 

And all this time I thought you shined a special light. 

Hmm...