This piece is an attempt at the stream of consciousness style. I’m not sure I nailed the technique, but I enjoyed writing it. It stirred my emotions, and it’s good any time we are moved by something whether it’s art, music, a novel, or a conversation. The setting is a bar where a woman is talking with a man, a friend, and she catches her lover watching them from a distance.
He’s watching me, wondering what we are talking about; if the topics of our conversation are engaging, boring; taking it to another level, down another path, oh the places we go.
He’s watching me interact with him; do I look at him when I speak, if he looks at me; when I’m listening, I look at anything but him, disinterested, interested; my gazed fixed on him, my attention hanging on your every word.
He’s watching me laugh, giggle like a schoolgirl, purr like a kitten; my smile, my lips soft and supple; coy, pouting; my eyes sparkling, affectionate, rolling, sneering; am I’m watching him, feeling his piercing wonder.
He’s watching me, am I sitting back, relaxed and at ease, sitting forward on the edge of my seat, anxious, nervous; crossing uncrossing my legs, shifting my posture, turned towards him, turned away, neutral, facing forward.
He’s watching me talking with my hands, clasping them, wringing them with doubt, pointing my finger, twirling a strand of hair, tapping them to the beat of the music, snapping in time, picking my nails;
He’s watching me, my demeanor, my presence, enchanted, intrigued, come closer, tell me more; dreary, obnoxious, he’s out of his mind, disturbed, an opportunist, preying on me, smitten by me.
He’s watching me, my every move, gesture, admiring, learning, who am I, nonverbal cues, signals, no words, silent observation, interpretation, contemplation, what does it mean, am I faithful, loyal; or two-timing, double-dipping.
I’m watching him as he watches me, what is he thinking about, his sweet smile, smoldering eyes, hand resting on his knee, sipping his drink, elbow on the bar, does he trust me, know I’m committed, truehearted, does he know I love him?
My Idle Ramblings 
Leave a comment