and...so..?

floating surfaces, surreal matters, so real, so real...

sitting in their presence was the cat who finally came home that day. he sat in the cupboard and wrote down what they were doing, the cups and the glasses

so what, they were sitting in each other's presence, both had to leave early before *****


what's the big deal, they were looking at each other, swallowing the air in between, strawberries and cream, strawberries and cream. just sitting and looking and that was enough, so what, what of it

the foam of every stormy fantasy was raising to the tops of the eyeballs, blurring, fogging, and the cat, among the cups and the glasses, put it all in nice little writing, good old chap, but what's the big deal, so what

just talking without interrupting, intellectual licking of what was the nervous endings, dissolving in their presence, the cups and the glasses
why would it matter, so what, meeting with each other every day forever at an agreed spot, sometimes he had to wait, sometimes she, what of it, pure moments of creamy lies, 10% cream, thick and white

bliss from simple presence, just like that, god how blissful, god bless, full of bright blues, blues in the sky, every blue, lots of blues,
talking and looking, the cat studying in the cupboard, taking the full portion of it, all of it, so what

and then blend in with some touching, almost unsupported by muscles and bones, raised by pure pleasure, generated by the presence, their hands were touching their faces, sliding off their cheeks, briefly climbing on top of their lips; pure heart and no support, just drowning in the singular motion of what seemed then as moon floating, what of it, so what

smiling and pulling without any visible support structures, floating, unstoppable, pleasurable to the crisis of pulling
looking at each other, they were pulling and kissing and touching and the surroundings were gentle and caring, the waiters, the drunk

and then oh the taxi drivers

and then nothing but them and the cat in the cupboard, now full of grapes and nuts and pretzels,
waves of subconscious streams, running under the ground, boiling the water in all the cups and glasses, producing bubbles, pure and strong, steam above the stream, power in their eyes, two metallic poles securely attached to each other by a hook in the air between their eyeballs

just being looked at by each other, just being in the presence of each other, and the cat, at an agreed spot, mad, touching, pulling, swallowing

so what's the big deal