The touch of you.

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One girl stands at a window staring down at a young man looking into a college book.
The boy looks up to the girl and waves. He holds up a college text book, and shakes his head.
She smiles and waves back—pointing behind her – at the same text book.
He acknowledges, with a wave back.

A young man enters the room, walks to the window to see what the girl was staring at, and glances down at the boy sitting solo on the stone bench.
The girl walks, hastily from the window and collapses backward into a lounge chair.

The young man says, “Who’s that guy?”
Looks quizzically at the girl, for a moment.

She grabs her homework and starts reading Sonnet #29 aloud, ignoring the young man, putting her hand first to her head then to her heart.

Mockingly:
“When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone be weep my outcast state
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope----“

The young man interjects, “What’s all that stuff supposed to mean? Really, would it warp my mind in anyway, if I could dip into something less full of romantic BS?”

Young man walks back over to the window – looks down on the boy at the bench, says to the girl:

Dramatically:
Ah, the end of this……
Measured like a thimble of lust
Consider it?

A recipe?
A teaspoon of desire -- call it -- loves longing whisked on a wire

The “touch of you”,
Skips in the wits or is it on the player?

The testimony spins; it gathers speed
Turns the stomach; and starts a lover’s plea

The girl:

Stop!

(Pauses)

“For the touch of you”
Whispered like a dare

The delicious existence trips on the thought;
Anticipation; starts a laughter a second thought?

The young man:
To agitate pleasurably – means titillation
It’s a simple appeal for our skins simultaneous
Friction

The girl:
Stopped for the ballet; caught in the flaunt of my favorite sway
Can I fix my mouth to ask for it?
(She whispers)
“The touch of you”

Collapsed in a fever and it plays again
Pacing the floor, (she let’s out a long sigh)
“I’ll never win,
The touch of you”

The young man:
For f’s sake –“the touch of you”
Did a search and heard it again
The young man walks to the CD player.

The background music
Has it been considered in?

The young man says,
“Your everything baby to me”

-You are the rightness when everything’s wrong
You are the cream in my coffee, the milk in my tea,
Your everything baby to me-

Maybe too bold or delightfully crude?
For a woman to say is it really that rude?

The girl says, “The place that won’t take me back.” iamnotlefthanded
Or no words at all, just Wonderfully! jekershner”

The girl:
The request is “for the touch of you”
I cover my ears and run the other way
I hit the door; and still it plays

“The touch of you”
“The touch of you”
“The touch of you”

They are both standing at the window, smiling and laughing.
The young man at the bench greets another woman with a kiss on the cheek.
The girl turns away from the window.

The young man:
On foot again the music has stopped

The girl speaks meekly:
“The touch of you” a memory – a dream – what went before an aspiration, for naught.

The boy standing at the door, waiving the girl to join him to leave:
All is quiet pull the needle from vinyl, adieu to the music---

The girl:
“Heart breaks arrival”

The girl:
The end of this
Measured like a thimble of lust

The girl leaves the room – and then returns for her text book

The girl:
“Consider it, a recipe……”
She stands at the window takes a look down; the boy again is sitting by himself looks up and smiles.
He begins to speak:

Sonnet 329:
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

Created: Jan 31, 2010

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