Thinking About Gwen
It's 2a.m and I am lying awake not able to sleep because I am thinking about Gwen. I realize that I would rather stay awake thinking of her than go to sleep and dream about anything else. When I close my eyes my memory's light illuminates the pictures, that she causes my heartbeats to create.
We were introduced to each other during a telephone conversation between mutual friends. The plan was for Gwen and I to get to know each other so that our friends could be alone that weekend, without catering to the tag-a-long best friend. Her telephone voice was amazing. She sounded like the music in the beginning of a love song. Listening to hear was hypnotizing. I was reaching for anything that would keep the conversation going. That Wednesday night phone call went so well that we agreed to meet the next day at the Library Park. On Thursday, as I was waiting to meet Gwen, I chose to sit on the bench in Library Park that overlooks downtown. You could see all of downtown with the Naugatuck River in the background. The view was postcard perfect, but what my eyes would experience next would leave me breathless.
As I turned my head to the left to see the the Library clock I saw Gwen for the first time; A beautiful black woman, a queen. Everything seemed to slow down, like a scene from the movies, as she walked towards me. Her hair was long and naturally curly; It bounced softly with her every step. She had beautiful eyebrows, and her hazel eyes reminded me of the start of something new. She seemed to be looking at me and in me at the same time. Gwen was smiling as the distance between us decreased. Seeing her smile like that made me want to always be the reason for it. The sun dress that she was wearing had flower prints and flowed with her movements perfectly. At that moment she became the Planet's greatest decoration. I thought to myself that the Earth rotates to show Gwen's beauty to the rest of the universe. I stood up as she approached. Her arms opened, her smile widened and in a step that could have been choreographed we hugged each other. Time actually stopped as my senses came alive to her touch. Her complexion was mahogany and her skin was soft to the touch. Oh my goodness she smelled so good just like cocoa butter. While we were hugging my eyes were closed and I could hear that song, “This must be Heaven” by Brainstorm, playing in my head. Just like the transition from the verse to the chorus, our hug flowed into to the kind of kiss that seasoned couples share. I could taste her peach lip gloss. There were so many unspoken promises that we made while we kissed that day.
Gwen and I held hands as we walked into the future. She became the girl of my life's purpose. My heart not only belongs to her but it was designed specifically to receive the love that only she can give. She is the first and the last real love that I will ever know. I am awake and her 8 X 10 is on the stand by the bed. I love looking at that picture of her, but I am so glad that I get to be with the real thing. I'll be a good husband and let her sleep.
1 comment:
You realize this is much more about Marlon than about Gwen? We get your reactions to the city, to the woman, to your own feelings even (and a very slick close), but as for the character, the Gwen person--no, nothing but musical chords and physical description. Is that how you want to leave it?
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