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Ask Me Anything

"Ask me anything," I'd say to her 
   when we were both little children.

"What's 17583 times 856206?"  She'd ask, 
   and I'd make up some large number that neither of us would remember;
or sometimes she'd ask what was 17 times 3, 
   and I'd say it was too easy 
   and she should ask me something harder.

"Ask me anything," I'd say to her 
   when we were both thirteen 
   and her mother made eyes at me when her breath stank with booze.

After her father left she said little 
   and didn't ask anything for a very long time.  
Instead she took 
   my hand as we left school together, ignoring the taunts
   of the classmates we called friends.  
   We walked a long time in the woods to our houses, and 
there she took
   my hand and laid it on her budding white breast 
   as we kissed without words and our legs intertwined 
   under the branches of the trees.

"Ask me anything," I'd say to her 
   when she saw my face black and blue.  
But I knew she wouldn't ask, 
   because the answer was too easy 
   and yet too difficult for us both.  
Instead, she took
   my head and cradled it fiercely in her thin white arms.

At night in the summer we sat in an empty playground 
   looking up at the stars.  
   We were seventeen and would leave the Midwest soon.  
   We kept our wishes silent, 
   fearing our wishes and hopes might leave 
   us like the sound of our voices.  
Instead she asked 
   me with her fingers curling 
      in my ears, 
      my neck, 
      the buttons on my shirt.  
She gave
   one tiny 
   *gasp*
   of pain as I entered her that first time, 
and her voice was small 
   as we rocked and breathed and held together 
   in the open space under the stars.

She went to the East and I went to the West 
   as we sought our fortunes, gained and finally lost.

She married a doctor 
   who was handsome and rich and ultimately faithless.

I married an actress 
   whose beauty and charm hid the ice-cold truth of her heart.

We met again two decades after we parted.  
We met in that empty playground we both remembered well, 
   and once again it was summer,
   and once again it was nighttime.

We imagined that playground filled with children
   and how our kids might look 
   and how happy our kids might be, 
and our voices were strong this time
   as we spoke of our wishes.

She kissed with experience, 
   her breasts ripe and full now, 
   and her hands were sure 
   and no longer asking as she unbuttoned my shirt.

My hands were knowing as I caressed 
   her face, 
   her neck, 
   her thighs,
and her loud *gasp* as I entered 
   was one of pleasure, not pain.

"Ask me anything," I whispered, 
   my breath ragged in her ear.

"Marry me," she whispered 
   as we rocked and shuddered, breathed and held together 
   in that open space under the stars.

Copyright 1998 by TMC (ck29@anon.nymserver.com)

Constructive criticism, comments, and hellos welcomed.


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