two princes in a pond


"young, young man. did anyone ever tell you you look like a young prince out of the 'arabian nights'?" -- blanche dubois, a streetcar named desire.



i have always luved blanche dubois. i feel her -- delusional, living in her own private world, promiscuous yet pretends to be coy. so gay!
last night, in late celebration of my forty third year on earth, i hopped from one bar to another even on a tight budget. luckily, like blanche, some kind strangers paid for my poisons for the night -- stella, lots of it, tequilla and mojito. no cosmo for this not so grand old dame, i reserve that for sinfully lonely nights. when the mean reds strike cruelly like a phantom without the opera. or too much of it. chos!


inside a bar surrounded by hong kong's young and beautiful, i swayed to the beat of raining men, holiday, material girl, like it was the wild eightys and ninetys again. what can i say, the filipino band luv them as well.
then there was adelle, singing out her heartache in a sad, soulful, crystal clear voice. poetry, actually, masked behind a danceable tune -- rolling on the deep.

"the scars of your love, remind me of us
they keep me thinking that we almost had it all
the scars of your love, they leave me breathless
i can't help feeling
we could have had it all."

*****
so there i was, dancing along with the filipina singer. in total abandon, as if it was my last day on earth. as if the luvly angels would beacon me to leave this wonderful, smoky, dimly-lit bar full of sweaty, swarthy bodies, anytime. soon.
channeling adelle in splendid marc jacobs, i gyrated, shook my head, swayed my hips, jumped, kicked my feet. i didn't care. no it was not the alcohol dancing. it was just the little child in me, screaming silently, wanting to get out. and i let it. it's sexless. safe. only to be proven wrong later on. (so read on)
if you've seen your grandmother dancing while on acid, then subtract forty years and that's me. trying to seduce fate. shameless.
it was freezing outside, something something degrees, but inside it was hot as, forgive the french, hell. i was sweating even if i removed my jacket and scarf. i was tempted to dance bare, but the hong kong police might put me to jail. actually, it won't be such a bad idea. god knows this little island needs some excitement from time to time. plus, you need to feed the hungry paparazzi from time to time to stay in their good graces.
then a young man bumped into me on his way to the back of the bar where the toilet was. he looked at me, smiled and apologized. i didn't hear him too well because of the loud music, but i could read his pouty lips -- sorry. i smiled and winked.
it was a brief interaction. but his face -- smooth, cappuccino skin, well chiseled nose, tiny pouty lips -- stayed. played to the beat. i kept on dancing. the singer smiled too, noticing how i reacted to that almost dream like scene. short. sweet. ephemeral (sorry, luv this word. i have to use it).
when he passed by again from the toilet, he stopped right in front of me, stood so close i could almost swallow his cigarette breath. then he danced. slow, gentle, sexy.
then he held me at the back and we swayed together, two lonely shadows merged into the night. he must be the dark angel sent to fetch me back to hell.

*****
adelle kept on. the soundtrack of the night. of my night.

"there's a fire starting in my heart,
reaching a fever pitch and it's bring me out the dark
finally i can see you crystal clear
go ahead and sell me out and i'll lay your ship bare
see how i'll leave, with every piece of you
don't underestimate the things that i will do"

then he kissed me, on the neck. i pushed him gently. i didn't want a scandal on the dance floor (as if my dancing was not scandalous enough).
"this isn't volume," i told him, my lips on his right ear.
"it doesn't matter. we are just kissing."
(i wanted to correct him: technically, we are not kissing. you are kissing me. there's a difference. but i dare not say it. too afraid to ruin a promising encounter.)
his accent was different. not chinese. not english. not american. he looked latino though. but i did not ask. there was plenty of time for that.
"how young are you?"
"guess."
"sixteen?"
"close."
"i don't want to go to jail for seducing a minor."
"i am old enough, don't worry."
"i'm thirsty."
"me too."
then he dragged me out of the dance floor to the back of the bar. holding me tightly, he led me away. i followed like a strayed cat. even having cat thoughts -- there is milk at the end of a dark tunnel. meoww. we ended up inside a room that was a bit dark, if not for a glimmer of light coming from a small window. it was full of beer bottles and cans, wine bottles, etc. no, the etc here is irrelevant.
"are you..."
"shhh.."
"sure you want.."
kisses. hands all over. then the zippers went down. more touching. fondling. slow, deep breaths. careless. abandoned. hot burger sizzling in the oven. then rain. hot water from the sky. fluid, graceful movements in the dark. poetry of lust.
i could still hear adelle even if the door was shut. even when we were miles away from the dance floor. we were in another planet. entirely ours. an island with no sharks. starless, but not bleak.

"you had my heart inside your hand
and you played it
to the beat
baby i have no story to be told
but i've heard one of you and i'm gonna make your head burn
think of me in the depths of your despair
making a home down there as mine sure won't be shared"



this time though, adelle sounded cheerful. as if she could feel what i was feeling, hear my empty thoughts.
lips, his. burning. hands, now clumsy, now keeping me closer. his hands still smelled of watson's liquid soap and cigarettes. resting on my head. my knees on the cold, damp floor. there was a long, hard log in front of me. surrounded by grass, rooted deeply into the earth. it smelled of the earth too. but it was a luvly scent. the scent of life, fire, desire. the log was hungry, thirsty. alive. shaking to my every stroke. his hands kept pulling me closer to it. deeper. deeper. adelle vanished. moans. more. there. yes! bliss.
then we switched positions. my back, slammed on the wall. cold. luvly. 
his hands. on my butt. my hands. on his head. i touched his soft, smooth hair. his warm lips on my soul. then his mouth. eager. hungry. feeding. like a fish.
adelle. came. back. sharing my bliss.

"rolling in the deep
you had my heart inside your hand
and you played it
to the beat


we could have had it all
rolling in the deep
you had my heart inside your hand

but you played it
"

then the strong smell of the sea filled the room.
we went back inside the bar. it looked different now. more alive. from the eyes of a newly fed vampire. everything seemed to move, even the black and white pictures on the wall, the candles on the tiny square tables, the glasses and bottles on the shelves. (yes, these lines were inspired by anne rice. so don't fret. i admit. i am a literary thief. but who isn't? at least my thoughts are original. haha.)

******
three a.m. the bar was still full. adelle had stopped playing.
i heard blanche. in a hungry, sleepy, tired but still seductive voice.

"i don't want realism. i want magic! yes, yes, magic. i try to give that to people. i do misrepresent things. i don't tell truths. i tell what ought to be truth."

we were outside of the bar, sharing  a bottle of stella on the street. there were a dozen or so strangers. smoking. talking. laughing. dancing. it was cold. his hand was locked on my shoulder. i felt safe. protected.
bottle in hand, he said: "i lost my virginity to adelle."
"you mean it was your first time to be blowed over?"
he smiled. i luv his lips. thinking about where they had been made my knees weak. made me crave for more. ah, i was insatiable.
"no."
"then what?"
"it was my first time to give a head."
i smiled. took the bottle from his hand and drank it.
then his phone rang.
he talked -- in spanish. he spoke fast. i couldn't understand a thing.
then: "i have to go." to me.
"why?"
"that's my mom."
"but."
"it's late. i have to go home."
"what's your name?"
"angelo."
seriously? but i didn't say it.
"can i have your number?''
"you're jun right?"
"yes, how did you know."
"my friend who was with me earlier knows you. he used to work in a bar in lan kwai fong."
"what's his name."
"sebastian."
seriously? again, i did not ask. how did they come up with such fancy names? or their parents? they must be writers. fantastic writers. for coming up with such names and for freeing into the earth such beautiful children.
sebastian. angelo. i can't remember meeting a sebastian. maybe i forgot about him.
"i have to go." then he kissed me again. on the lips. right there on the street. in full view of the world. chos!
then i remember he hasn't given me his number yet.
"your number."
"don't worry. i will see you again."
"where? how?"
"i will." 
fade to black.i went inside. still in a daze. my body still trembling. burning. this time it was madonna's turn to serenade the slowly disappearing darkness- like a virgin.
luvly!

******
(yes i am turning a new leaf. i am now in the mood to have fun noting that my expiry date is about to come. actually, i am past my expiry date. i am now, officially, unfit for human consumption. a health hazard. anyone who touches me will have to call the department of health and sanitation for a medical exam. you see, i had a bargain with god when i was fifteen, when i almost died of a disease -- i was sickly when i was young -- to let me live until forty and after that, he can do whatever he wants to do with me. turn me into a nun, a frog, a rose, or heck, even a fly. who cares. that's why i have been so careless with everything -- luvlife, finances, relationships -- because i know in due time, all of these will be taken away. no hard feelings, but that's the truth. if you don't believe me, then you are as delusional as blanche. i luv!)

******
here is adelle, by the way. if you care.



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