Kiss Me At Midnight

There is a twinge of sadness tonight,

Sitting at a bus station is a girl

Vacant blue chairs

And sickly pale lights

Are her only company.

An eerie silence settles

Disturbed only by the sound of footsteps

Far away at first

And then closer by the second.

 

She wasn’t one to be easily scared

Then, she heard footsteps approaching

She felt

her heart beat

speed up

But she thought, “I am not scared.”

 

In her arms rose goose bumps

And her breathing hitched

But she though, “I am not scared.”

 

She looked forward

To the empty darkness

That seemed to consume all

And heard the loud pitched screeching

Of one of the chairs bearing human weight

 

She said nothing

He said nothing

The midnight bus came

And took them away

 

The girl came every night.

To the deserted chairs,

The pale lights,

And the strange boy.

No words were exchanged.

Only fleeting glances,

No acknowledgement,

The cold December air.

And a heavy silence

That seemed too heavy

For them to lift.

The sun rose

And the night fell many times

Before something broke

The thick ice

Barrier between them

 

The fear that ravished inside her

Subsided

And calmness so sweet

And confidence so strong

Took hold of her

Placing warm blankets

Of security over her long-frozen heart

 

Bittersweet were her days from then on

For she longed the time were the sun

Hid behind the hills

And the night so cold

Enveloped her

And she would go

To the bus station

Of vacant blue chairs

And sickly pale lights

Were the boy waited

The midnight bus.

 

They were masters of the night

Not scared, jubilant

Of the fathomless darkness

Night was home for all things secret

“Beautiful things brew at night”

He would say in a hushed whisper

That the wind carried away

Weightless, ethereal, not quite insubstantial

But free, and open

Like being and not quite being

That’s how he made her feel.

 

Timeless

Seemed the seconds

And minutes

And hours

She was away from him

And she willed time

To be faster paced.

 

Brief

Seemed the time

She spent with him

Not quite enough

She longed for the seconds

And minutes

To be slower paced.

 

The world turned to nothing

And he was everything

Electricity everywhere

Fleeting touches

And mistaken grazes

Her body warm, igniting.

 

She decided then,

Scared as she was

She was not contempt

With the sweet restraint

Their friendship had

A note she slipped on his

Winter coat pocket

 

Nothing seemed different

The next time they met

And with disappointment

In her heart

She thought the note must have fell

 

Midnight came

Dark sky with galaxies of stars

And the faded pale blue bus

She proceeded to get on

She hear him call her back

And as she turned

He fitted his mouth to hers

 

She was and wasn’t there

The world had lessened the spotlight

To just him and her

She was aware of everything,

All at once.

Her warm cheeks,

And warm fingertips.

Her hear beating,

Thump-thump,

The sound ringing in her ears

His hands on the side of her face:

Rough and strong.

The saccharine taste

Of his lush lips against hers.

The cold December air

That their heated bodies

Could not feel.

And the mayhem

Going on in her head

And her heart.

 

She broke away

And looked up in the sky

Midnight had already passed

A shade of dark blue

Was splattered across the sky

He showed her the paper

Her messy handwriting

And four words,

“Kiss Me At Midnight”