Being a Friend

Boogie and I spoke under the stars in Port Royal on Friday.......I have concluded that talking isn't good, there must be a better way to communicate for those of us who are verbally and temperamentally challenged.....when the sea breeze no longer muffled the sound of our argument I asked him to come swim with me, hoping that the lapping of the water would drown out some of the foolishness....he didn't oblige. Not one to be detained by minor logical issues i stripped down and dove into the darkness of the water.....that jaws started that way only played in my mind once or twice.

I had a swim, swimming always made me feel better when I was younger, as a matter of fact I remembered being 23 on the same beach under a pretty full moon which illuminated every glistening curve of my body as I emerged from the water, much to his appreciation. Those were better times, I didn't argue as much then, I was still a little girl and he was larger than life to me....(sigh).

Anyway I had my swim and when I got out he asked what I was going to do for a towel.....I stepped up to him, unfolded his arms and told him I could do one of two things; I could let the breeze do its thing; or I could unbutton his shirt and rub myself against him until I was dry......he didn't ask which was more appealing and I think, if the evidence of his arousal was anything to go by, I knew which he would prefer. We enjoyed each other in probably the only safe place left in Jamdown, and then we talked some more.

I got clarity on what the boundaries of our friendship were and the reason for the shift in paradigm (there's nothing like the spoken word); we spoke about forgiving if not forgetting and the difficulty the former would pose; we spoke about my appetite for....some things including indulging my temper; we spoke about his need to remember that I'm not 22 anymore and that my Daddy complex was limited to the bedroom;we spoke about being better to each other, respecting each other more.........we spoke about too much I think.

I agreed to the friendship in the amended construct.... I pushed the memory of us trying since we met to be 'friends only' and the failure we always reaped in that department, to the back of my mind and determined that I would let it flow cause if a friendship him want, then friendship him aguh get......Mi jus haffi memba fi keep mi feelings inside, sometimes love really is not enough.