Word up  she saidthen bit the end of her little fingerheld it between her white teeth

You got to be kiddin me  Word up    Whered you learn that
  

I wasnt born yesterday

Nonot yesterday  Maybe the day before

Do you have to disparage me . .

. . Youth isnt disparaging . .
. . Dont interruptI didnt knockbetter I didnt knock you because you dont love trees as much as me

Better  she wore a handpainted tshirt a tree reflected in still water greens and yellows and blues  they played marvelously with her eyes   However that remains to be seenweve only just met 

We were fated  And you need to see

Iwhaddaya mean   fated whaddaya mean   need to  see

You need to see I love trees more than you

she was haughty wellbuilt probably broke the glassceiling  sixteenseventeen  Aw Gawdbless Canada 
I should see you love trees more than I do

Yes  though I know trees attract youthat you might love them too  especially when you commented on my tshirt  her tshirt was tight form-fitting  she had a form to fit but he wasnt gonna risk complimenting her figure  he really dug the artwork it played on his affinity for trees   I painted my tshirtI didnt buy it 
                 

You painted it  if possible she was becoming more appealing by the moment

I did  I watched you admire it unabashedly she ran her hand across her breastsacross the sundappled cream and brown crown of the tree  You like it

all this liking could get a guy in trouble

I did  I do   You were difficult to miss coming across the cobblestones

her blonde hair was chopped unevenly spiked of its own free will  she probably wokeran her fingers through itcalled it good

paleblue bluejeans  an ivory crocheted belt  tassles  weighted with glassbeads  it hung on her left thigh  ornamental   her hips held up her pants   the tshirt lapped at its narrow waist

her scent  lavender   soft  hazy like her thick eyelashes that seemed to occasionally intertwinestick together

she had an untroubled brow  free

I saw you liked it across the courtyard

Your tshirt

Im not naïve  Then perhaps I should say I saw you liked me from across the courtyard  I liked you when I saw you sipping your coffee yet holding your pen keeping your eyes on the paper on the table your mouth working the written words over and over then the pen quick striking editing rephrasing  your mouth working again  then a slight smile  you seemed pleased  then you returned the cup to its sauce perfectly  your peripheral vision practised  and you continued your thoughtscommitting them to paper a next sentence and then another anotheranother  consumed  you didnt hear or maybe you ignored the people behind you looking over your shoulder trying to read what you were writing  their expressions puzzled  curious   but not enough to dare interrupt you

Seems you watched me for awhile

I did  I noticed on occasion youd look up off the paper  but I couldnt tell if you were actually seeing   I took a chance you might see me the next time you lifted your eyes

I saw you were hurrying

I was hurrying to stand out from among the other peoplebe separate of their milling I cant remember the last time there were this many people in the gardens this early in the morning

Ah  you ran a gambit

I suppose I did   I was worried when you put your hand to your chinyour finger up across your lips almost to your nose  Freudian  To silence yourself     Completely distant

Nearly   Also admiring holding my breath  not wanting to exhale possibly extinguish your vision  Then when you smiled it pierced medespite me wanting to turn to see if there wasnt someone behind me you meant it for

Your sight isnt bad is it  I was looking directly at you

Your look your smile  They were disarming  A man isnt often looked at in such a manner

Or perhaps youve been but you were too in your head to recognise their look  Thats why I hurried hopeful to catch your eye  and if I caught your eye I could smile at you smile that I did catch your eye

You were congratulating yourself

Of course  No one else knew I was runningas you say  a gambit

Well  I  I must say that Im  happy  you did

Im happy youre happy    So you love my tree  and trees   But you dont as much as me

Fair  How can we sort this out to your satisfaction 
Easily

We can sort it out easily

Yes   Do you climb trees

I do  I still climb trees

Do you hug trees

I hug trees

Do you grind on trees

Grind  No

I do

You do

I do   Trees can sexuallyrather  I can sexually gratify myself  

With a tree

Yes  Would you like to see 
See you grind on a tree

No maybe later  but I can show you

Im confused

Better 
Better Im confused

Yes  Your confusion makes it that much more delicious

Youre really confusing me

Ohgoodness  Confusing your imagination   You cant imaginethats delicious

No  Youve really got me going

Here Look  she didnt looked to see if anyone was watching them  she lifted the hem of her tshirt  on her bellyleft of her bellybutton was a scrape  the scrape extended up disappearing under the fold of her tshirt and disappeared down into her pants  the wound was fresh  weeping

Does it hurt

No

he could see small pale scars on her skin

I love trees 

Maybe I can help you with that

I think you can

Lets go and get some ointment for your scratches

Only if you apply it

I didnt think there was any question

Oh  so you are imaginative

Baby  Youve just scratched its surface

I love trees more than you do

Ill concede  however  Im visually stimulated by them

        

    

1835,  Sunday,  15  10. 17
1112,  Twosday,  17  10. 17

Cameo  Word Up  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MZjAantupsA

Prince  Raspberry Beret  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l7vRSu_wsNc

The Kinks  You Really Got Me Going  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fTTsY-oz6Go