Shopping for Sugar

It happened so matter-of-fact at Publix in aisle number five. Intent on shopping but distant in thought I stood staring at the sugar not even seeing it. My mind was in outwrite this past Tuesday at E. Lynn's book signing for Basketball Jones. I saw him, a man many dreams are made of. He was tall about six-one with carmel skin, a coiffered goatee with a face that GQ would imortalize under his b-boy cap. Age was good to him and the way that his fashion sense clad a well porportioned physique even under his non descript label outerwear my raping eyes met his momentarily. He stood nestled comfortably as if purposely hidden in the corner by the door earnestly listening as the author read a passage. My attention belong to him as nothing else seemed to matter in the tightly packed book store filled with skittles. So much flavor but carmel was for me. Above him on a rack was picture book titled "Sugar Daddies". As if moving through time, I heard the words "excuse me" with a light but insistent tap on the shoulders. I looked up and this short older lady with a head of beautiful silver grey hair looked at me and said "son can you reach down and pass me a bag of sugar". I did while smiling it was just the wrong visual.