I guess there was some mental preparation for this. Days before as the weekend came closer it was mentioned, the morning with each other. As I awoke earlier than expected, but not before ten, I thought it may pass. I wondered where I'd be when she rose from, yes here it is, her slumber, or we could say from under her piles of blankets in her dark room, on her bed I have never touched, which sits in a very Neo-Gothic iron rod frame. Where would i be, but who the fuck cares, why did I care. But where was I? I was on the porch and on the phone, and I entered and she was there, on the sofa, entering myspace.

After hours of coffee and chatter of her friend and my crush we went to Ms. Shirley and ate in a way that honored our royalty. And on the way, in her car, in her white Volvo, from some other century, as Robert Plant and Jimmy page graced our ears, waves of euphoria caressed me. I thought to myself "i don't want to leave" and in fact I don't have to. As we drove through North Baltimore in all of it's splendor I entertained the affair I am having with my hometown, and I don't have to leave, I can stay for ever and love it for ever and be within it's fabric for years, with my wife and my kids, all of whom I have not met yet, to my knowledge anyway.
AS we rose from the car onto Cold Spring I considered how attractive we are, individually.

In the grog of breakfast longing for the warmth of her home, my home now to, the euphoria held me close in it's arms of love, it's energy flowing through me.

After the morning of my crush on her friend and our virtual flirting, breakfast at Shirleys with Marlo behind us, and hours of endless empathy in conversation, there we were on the floor, together, like cats. Her hand moved through my hair and mine through hers. Lengths of her hair taught in my head as I moved them away from her head with just enough force to cause her to jump back to the sofa, eventually, with a quick "stop", as we both knew what we had just found, on a Sunday in Baltimore basking in the grog of banana pancakes, Corso, and each others spirits.