Love Reincarnate
July 13, 2011
And in an instant, everything changed.
Unsure of why, I turned away; fighting the urge to stare deep into his eyes.
How can this connection exist between strangers?
The room spun around us. Time stood still.
Exchanging glances throughout the night, we sipped cocktails in one of New York’s most glamorous and exclusive places, gazing out over all of Manhattan's glory. Spectacular.
Relief swept over my entire being; like I’d found this puzzle piece, I hadn't known was missing.
Making our exit and conveniently 86’ing Crazy Pants (insert long-story HERE), we hailed a cab to The Greenwich Hotel.
Sinking slowly into the stiff leather of the taxi, I envisioned us back at the Boom Boom Room. Leading him to the bathrooms of glass and granite, I'd press my lips to his, parting them with my tongue; lost in every kiss, our long lost souls together again.
The Poet was about to go far beyond just a page in my book. I was both terrified and excited. I wonder what his fiancee would have to say about this…