In flux

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

School for boys and girls

Do they hold classes in school for boys to teach them how to hold girls close to them in their sleep?

How to hook your arm around the girl, gently but firmly holding her to you, so that her cheek rests against your chest, and the bottom of your jaw rests on top of her head, her head cradled in that cozy hollow of your neck. How to wrap the girl close to you so your body heat warms the girl like a soft, live radiator. How to make her feel safe, protected, and loved, so that whenever she has trouble sleeping, she turns to her side in her bed, closes her eyes, and pretends once more that she is leaning against a boy, and only then, with his arms around her, she releases a small sigh into his imaginary chest, and slips into contented slumber.

Do they teach little boys in school how to kiss her so she will be haunted by your quick stolen kisses, your limpid eyes behind their curtains of lashes? How to to tug at the corner of her heart just so, so that long after the the imprint of your bodies on the bed have smoothened away, she will feel the ghost twinge of you pulling at her heart strings, causing her to blink in confusion, torn between stop and go?

And if so, if they teach such lessons in school, can I enrol in a class to learn how to break a boy's heart?

6 Comments:

  • Boys who know how to hold a girl were held that way when younger. Learning affection through affection. Boys who can't, weren't.

    As for girls -- there is no class required for breaking boy's hearts. It's purely coincidental, like running through a candy store and accidentally knocking down a few jars of jelly beans. It takes no effort or finesse.

    --hikaru

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 12:15 AM  

  • So well written. I enjoyed reading it because I can relate so much.

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 12:28 AM  

  • cool entry i must say. as for the school for breaking boy's hearts, just buzz the helpine at 07747897021 and ask!

    By Blogger Rabbit, at 6:49 PM  

  • a guy's heart is like thin ice in mild sub-zero temperatures, where it shatters when a pebble is dropped upon it, and yet it slowly freezes back to await the next pebble. So very cold and hard on the surface, so very brittle and warm beneath.

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 1:46 AM  

  • re: hikaru: i'm lucky to have met very loved little boys then.

    i'm sure it's not always purely coincidental. i think it's can be like catching a grasshopper, and then breaking off its leg. the challenge is to catch it live.

    re: kopikia: which point do you agree with i wonder?

    thanks. i thought it was a bit purple. my housemate called it "almost soft porn"!!! *drops dead*

    By Blogger e*, at 2:01 AM  

  • Enlightenment at 10:45 on a Sunday morning - The answer my dear Watson, I am convinced, is in Christian Lamboutin shoes. Its form is such beauty in poetry! I lust after ALL of them! *sigh* Gotta start plotting on how to get those babies. *lol*

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 10:49 AM  

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