For Patrick,

"Your cute" were the first words heard that he said to her and she showed him her Honda element doors that close like a wardrobe, seats that hook up to the side windows with a carabineer, opening latches that springboard with air whistle release, on the pat-terned circles, on knees in a dress with a gold leaf ribbon bowed around the waist of a pink dress cut low and shimmied in distraction factor of a beer pong tournament in the basement. The first time she met him was through her best friend Marla who met his best friend Hank at The Vinyard Café where they worked together , well not like he handed her the silverware to roll in linen napkins, and she tossed dishes to him by a basin of billowed soap with enough Dawn intended to build a bubble bath; her relationship with the dishwasher was dealt in queen of hearts, as she walked into work one day saying "hi" and he answered "hiiigh" and from then on she believed more in him and in smoky eyeliner as a remedy for red eye reduction and wondered if that kind of camera setting had any lasting effects beyond flash, and if it didn’t, it should. The man she would marry would invent it, or something of the like, she decided, and prancing in her lilac dress took a wink from Josh, elbow invested in bubble suds, her stud who loves her dearly, one because she is Hawaiian. And a hostess as well, lighting tea candles, picture editing vas centerpieces of peace lilies and shortened roses, air brushing origami fabric squares of some immeasurable thread count, writing names by glossy editorials on vino in front of a wine cellar back drop of crisscross wood diamond shelves, felt tip relining champagne lipgloss in the restroom mirror, earring catching a glint in the light, a cozy space and she wondered here how Erin and Mike had pulled off some kind of rendezvous, who could sue? She laughed at the then again thought of the missing shower bar in her house and the reason for turning the volume up to an episode of Full House, where the cast is sitting on someone’s bed in an aww moment of lectured insight and complete growth making analogies, holding teddy bears, definitely the most supportive audience her ears had lended to this show ever, meanwhile the plastic beam, a once echelon for dove body wash and fennel marbled exfoliate was being knocked off by Erin and Daniel. She laughed again at her tendency to love those with tendencies to trend in love in her life. Hank, a busboy model who looked strikingly like Josh Heartnet, no seriously she thought, and by instant flash memory her extended vocabulary threw out passé, this phrase as familiar praised as worn nostalgic cliché, in this instance was shined by her realization that, it was the truth, he really looks like Josh, words that in the meeting of someone become renewed and ultimately real, a revolution, a recall of Pearl Harbor posters to the address where she lived preferably signed with his name, words that make the present the future as in recognizing the phrase that existed in the past as no longer just a popular stanza of agreed belief, but the belief is before you, and the moment is beautiful. In his black half apron and black pants and white collared shirt with an anyways tie and Todd’s loafers, he wore a uniform none the less and Marla found dress codes to be all the more the additional mystery of someone. And really playing tag and peek-a-boo and catch up between this and that was more than just a game, it wasn’t a game, they held each other up in the in betweens of the restaurant’s busyness glancing faces to each other that was like a kiss and motivation to keep the momentum, eventually organizing a sweet calm of may in the dizzy of conversational dissonance of unfolded serviettes, every seat purse slung, shawl wrapped, cuff link clinked; and in the holding of aura when the restraurant was at a less frequented hour, the underpinnings of the reverential span of knowledge extended to the rehearsal of etiquette posted and eased by the chime of clocks in the square, knowing a piece of advice Josh once gave to her that the most important moment is now and the most important person in your life is standing before you, whoever that may be. So much is revealed when working toward a common goal that brings a greater appreciation for another, for every little thing about that person, and in this foresight of shared vision, there is a comfort established, an intricacy as well, a greater mystery not to know what a person may be hiding from you, but an acceptance as is that makes the actions and motions of another to be so independently exotic that destiny lends the unfolding interaction to be, each person showing something and hither to and true like casting pebbles one by one gently into a pond with someone standing by, seeing the rings together like a fortuneteller orbs prediction in the underpinning of embrace, in the favor of the strongest current easily detectable and all around named, love. To Marla’s glow, the excitement attached to Hank’s name, she found it only perfect that she was single and that Hank’s apartment, bouncing nickels hopefully in to a cup, she looked to the side. He had been sick the whole night, silent, drifting in between passing out on the coach with the world spinning. And she saw him, heavenly blue, a blue tint, in flaxflower lining briefs riding above, baby blues, heading down towards a cup like it was a north star, windy blue, clear blue and she for some reason wanted to take him to Maine Harbor and immediately got him a glass of water from the faucet and opened the freezer for ice cubes then in reconsideration of this thought the added nuance would be as unnecessary as umbrella straws and cherries on sword toothpicks, and she thought of Great Expectations and the lines by Sophia B. Hawkins, "I’m still recalling things you said to make me feel alright, I carry them with me today now", as she brushed by the limes and tequila, a saltbox blue, and bringing her strands with a hair tie, in a gathered waterfall, she felt more attentive, and outpouring her arms, she placed the glass in his arms like river falls, and she felt with the periphery and the great room steeple beamed above, as if she were in a white boat house, giving him water, hold-ing like a bottle blue, in a circle cup drinking silver pools of surface, the perimeter of the room like sea foam, his hair Arcadian as if seawater had left a breeze and chellaquered a tussle in the color of a turtle’s back nodding underwater green. She thought you are, and he was, everything; running feet behind a small window of Fostoria glass, glow warmed by the milky jade of candlelight, pine needles by a glass door, in a courtyard in a yellow capped shirt, soccer talk by a fountain tree, the lines of plaid patina green, another cross Fremont green, stepping out into the morning sweet beads of water on the handle and palm clearing the window shield, an acre made house a doorstep where she stood with her heart everyday, in the summer, in the summer, reflection glass green the doorbell wondered always heard and always seen, plaid lines on a blanket in waves like sea holly, and in the winter in a fur coat buttoned, the following and previous season a green leaf warmed by the thought of grass and fireflies, met up by the bricks and listening to the roots, "City love" by John Mayer, asking a question for in the frost, spearmint gum from pockets and purses, to Graeters with a hand on her knee singing "Hip, Hip", she thought how I love you here, cologne and aloe scent of curve that in organic chemistry lab a boy was wearing next to her lighting a Bunsen by a ring and she remembered his aura and walked home on the sidewalk of changing leaves a twig sipping green tea warm and citrus orange sitting on a lemon floral futon with a sage disc man and listened with one tear to the song John Mayer "Daughters" missing him the blue satin, the summer, white lace, poolside, sweet base and English binders picturing bows in angel ivory, calls from katydid, the girl who loved rhinestones and jean skirts and in reverence she loved them all the more, olive branch messages, palmetto grove in his smile, she said cherish, all her words, this bed comforting her pawn ducked and shoulders and the pillow hugged, by summer ivy grown on walls vintage black lace and central park halls, you are, she thought darkest teal, sure pink, sundance in India ink, the myth is true, shining through, cactus bloss, California moss, pampas, nettle, shimmering green, brilliant shiraz so seen, silk and press, lemonade aura dress, alarm clock champagne, canvas reflected airplane, gryphon loop shows, dusk stoned nose, valentine a rock, past midnight sock, verbena and shoe laced may, warmth of shawl blanket shea, Kashmir blass, sea holly and glass, indigo dusk rays, sparkling that stargaze, and in a cloudless sky, charm of brass by and by, kite and sweet sashay to flight, time is still this Rhapsody night.
"Granted we’ve known each other for sometime, it don’t take a whole day to recognize sunshine" -The Light- Common