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    take a
    leisurely shortcut
    on the way back home,
    the very last part of it
    along an old dirt fire road
    that comes in over the hill
    from behind and above the house.
    I ask Shara
    to pull off the bumpy road
    for a moment
    so we can take a little time
    to enjoy the view
    to consider
    just how happy we are
    being together.
    of course,
    I also tell her
    how very fragile
    life can be,
    as well as how great
    all the odds are
    AGAINST our happiness.
    who knows?
    maybe I am crazy,
    I can't seem to help myself
    by saying to her,
    "I need you so much,
    that I want to stuff all of you
    into my heart.
    I never felt
    this hungry for anyone before
    except now with you.
    I believe you're here for me
    as much as I'm here for you."
    rapidly embraces and devours me
    with an extremely hot
    and emotionally charged kiss
    while saying,
    "the closer we are,
    the more I want you
    inside of me."
    a thought
    rudely breaks into my mind...
    "wait baby...
    I hate to be a drag,"
    I tell her
    as I try to change the subject,
    "but no matter how I feel,
    there are worldly things
    I have to deal with,
    like my work."
    "I took care of it,"
    she proudly says.
    "Rick called
    and I told him.
    I even convinced him
    to give you
    an entire month's leave."
    "wait a minute,"
    I insist,
    "you told him what?"
    she answers.
    "WHAT everything?"
    I ask her
    while growing quite concerned.
    "the truth,"
    she simply says.
    "it's almost funny
    how no one ever believes
    the truth when you tell them.
    they think it's so outrageous,
    so unlike you,
    that you're making it up."
    "until they see my scars,"
    I tell her.
    Shara says,
    "they are going to see them
    I mutter
    while trying to think it through.
    "then you're going
    to have to wear long sleeves
    for the rest of your life,"
    Shara offers me
    some of her logic
    with an ironic giggle.
    "or until you can afford
    a good plastic surgeon.
    try wearing long sleeves
    when it's 110 degrees.
    or when you're at the beach.
    I can easily see how
    that'll fool everyone."
    "come on!"
    I tell her
    with some slight desperation.
    "I just didn't think of it at the time."
    "of course not,"
    she counters.
    "you were too caught up
    slicing yourself to death.
    but that's the way
    life works sometimes.
    take it from one who knows."
    "the guys will be on me like flies,"
    I say.
    "Hollywood is a society
    of rumor mongers.
    the first thing they'll do
    is check my arms."
    "then you've got nothing
    to worry about,"
    she confidently says.
    "at least no one lied.
    trust me...the truth is
    always the best way to go.
    and besides,
    based on how much Rick
    was talking about you,
    he'd hate to lose you.
    it actually made me jealous."
    "I just worry
    about people talking,"
    I tell her.
    "the truth can be turned around
    and then made into great fiction.
    you know how that works.
    and in Hollywood,
    it can make life unbearable."
    "I'm in your corner,"
    she confides
    while gripping my shoulders.
    "okay...all right!"
    I firmly say.
    "I'll deal with it!"
    Shara assuringly says,
    "you're in a new life now."
    I say
    while lightening up a bit.
    "I'll just blame it
    on my dizzy girlfriend."
    "the fuck you will!"
    she playfully snaps back.
    "you did it all on your own."
    "I did it all right,"
    I fully admit
    while moving toward her
    and falling into another
    passionate kiss.
    "and I'd do it all over again."
    "you don't have to,"
    my woman of dreams insists.
    "you already got me."
    while everybody else
    run here and run there.
    run everywhere.
    run past it-run back to it.
    run run run.
    then sit once you tire.
    enjoy your sit.
    you've earned it.
    sit or run.
    have both at anytime
    day or night.
    all of it brought to you
    on home video.
    (c)2015 Miles Ciletti
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