Oatmeal tasted of summer, fresh warm flavorful milk tinged infused purple, floating blueberries.

Thick blue platters slid across pink speckled Formica counter one after another, waitress never looking, repetition in motion, “here ya go sis,” and words.

Silently I watched the brunette poke the steak using a knife in her left hand, a knife weathered dishwasher dull, in her left hand. The steak juice flowed red, making puddles for dipping French bread, French bread with real butter. Slowly she cut a piece off the rare steak, her right hand awkwardly balancing the fork, raising it to her open mouth, closing red painted lips around meat, her tongue peeking out just a bit as she chewed.

I stared at her, as she slowly chewed red meat in her mouth, slowly grinding it into energy, replenishing her body. One piece at a time mashed between her white teeth until she swallowed, following each mouthful with a sip of black coffee.

I stared at her, on the oval vinyl stool, unconsciously turning hips side to side in sync to her cutting and chewing, eyes looking straight across the counter into her reflection, on the diners mirrored wall.

I stared at her in public, crossing and uncrossing her legs, eating then sipping from white porcelain mug in her left hand, patting lips with white paper napkins, dipping French bread in blood, enjoying herself.

I stared at her, eating my cold purple oatmeal surrounded by hungry people filling their mouths with too much food, talking little while they stared into the diners mirrored wall.

She never stared back.

Went blue liquid, thinking about you, flowed through memories, traversed by you and me. Blue blue, no shade matches my feeling when you’re not here.

I see your eyes reflecting in my blue wading pool, blue liquid devouring your laugh, blue caressing your ankles wanting my blue to sweat out of you. I’m blue liquid, wanting to flow over your red lips, pouting, glistening white teeth waiting for me to give you my blue. Let me dribble across your lips down your soft face, let blue flow across your neck, between your breasts. Let my deep river blue cascade over your soft stomach in search of treasure.

Passion rising then melting in blue liquid, flowing like blue sap maple tree, green leaves outstretched in prayer, asking forgiveness from radiant sun. I felt sad happy thinking about you, wanting you to posses my blue as essence.

Sad little blue stream rolls on, slowly rising blue sap oozing toward you, wanting to love you.

Swirl my soft blueness inside your mouth, piercing me with your red tongue. Swallow my blue wetness filling your gut with my blue primordial self, turning my blueness into nourishing red blood flowing in every cell that is you. Exhale blue liquid from your heated lungs, couple your blue air oval mouth kissing me, giving back to me, my blue self.

Carole King wafting across the quad

sun shinning on our bodies, reaching up

I touch sky blue cotton dress with

spaghetti straps, compelling anorexic

dancers creating permanent jealousy

binge infused with cheerleaders,

wondering could they possibly, like you.

Grass between toes, classes for the toads

reefer madness swirling puffing circle

hula hoops around your waist, waste

around my brain, wine draining into dirt,

Candies stained burgundy fly through the

air, I lick grapes alcohol jam drying upon

bare ankles calves looking at you, looking

up your pale blue cotton spaghetti strapped

dress, wondering If you belong to me…

Tull crests a wave, your lungs suck my air

I don’t care, your on top for all to see, blond

hair obscuring my face, tongues exchanging

spit hips craving hips. Students teachers rush

away, friends form circle mandala shielding us.

Permission to explode quad style public display,

hundreds gather keeping authorities away, you

And I melt into bliss, getting away for just this day.

My bony fingers morphed into agents of my ravenous emotions, transferring lust to the tips of my being awakening deadened nerves I reached into the bag ripping apart the dark and chewy pumpernickel then smeared the risen creation into the butter painting each chunk richly with soft yielding yellow.

Steam rising from the soup urn cried out to be eaten. Before the ladle could serve it’s cupped treasure my other hand plunged slathered bread deeply into the foggy green pea soup all the way to the second knuckle before the searing heat caused  recoil and pain.

Emotions sending signals of desire from somewhere unknown completely hijacked my  consciousness, I obeyed commands shoving the bread dripping with green and yellow snoot into my cavernous mouth where my tongue sent impulses of ecstasy back and forth to my lonely primitive self, releasing gush after gush wave upon wave of delight exploding in every cell and region of my body. Even places long dead lit up briefly like backyard fireworks trailing off wet in a  hot July night.

Mustache caked with greenish yellow back-flow licked clean,  teeth gleaning, dripping saliva like a lion finishing its kill, picking at my teeth succumbing to desire rolling over exposing my soft side, drifting off to exotic places and erotic dreams still possessed by emotional tyranny looking to feed its elevated hunger.