Braindead

Braindead

By

Nathan Caleb Camerer

I don’t want to think about the future

I’m not thinking about an hour from now

I don’t want to think about a day from now

I’m not thinking about a week, month or year from now

I refuse to ponder the future

Or what the future may hold for me

I’m only concerned with the now

Here with you

The way the light makes your eyes look different

Our knees slightly touching

Leaning in close to talk in each others ear

So we can be heard over this shitty bar soundtrack

Your warm breath on my neck giving me goosebumps

Resisting the urge to kiss your neck

There is no tomorrow

Just this dim, sticky now

Happily stuck

Is this what it could always be like

Who cares

Your laugh carries over the music

I’m trying to keep the sound in my ears

Burning your smile on my memory

Prolong it as long as I can

The end is near though

Leave together or leave separate

Chance ruining the moment with a night of drunken intimacy

Or savor the intellectual purity of it

Decisions, decisions

An invitation for a nightcap

A short drive at 35 MPH

While the mind runs at 300 MPH

Aged Rum and a short tour that ends in the bedroom

An awkward second of lustful glances

Perfect passion with wants and needs being met without voices

Gentle tugs, pulls, squeezes and pushes

An alluring odor hangs in the air

As sleep takes hold

And brings with it dreams of tomorrow

That may or may not come true