dr_knownothing

i could say the moon was full, but it wasn't, still on the wane or the wax, but it didn't matter b/c it was bright. we could see the field fresh cut and fragrant glimmering with the just forming dew silver to the dark treeline where the fireflies were flashing like mad, in a frenzy to hook up, to get it on, saying over and over in little flashes lookitmelookitme.
we were waiting hours to kiss. hours on that sweet anticipatory and shy line. she was trying to point out draco in the sky and i coulldn't see her's but i could see a hundred others. we laughed and were goofy. waiting waiting waiting. absurd and fun. we had climbed on one of those big hay stacks which really aren't stacks but mechanically rolled cylinders of hay. anyway, a bet was made, the wager something we both wanted and i said i don't believe in gambling and it was like entering the platonic realm, where things exist in the ideal, in their absoluteness. and here was a kiss. me and infinite empitiness and a kiss! i was the top and bottom of my lip, my tiny transperant hairs on the edges and that was it. and who could say how much the grass had grown then? how long it lasted? how many degrees the world turned? how many alternate dimensions coincided for a moment and split never to meet again? but i know that all everywhere everything was perfect. i was 18 and it was the first time i saw the sunrise in my entire life.