Fruit Lips (Wee Story #35 Recall)
A game of spin the bottle on the island of Nassau, and Adam and I already knew we loved each other as the bathroom door closed. He stood on the scale because I was two inches taller at that age.
Our lips touched, and past his ear and beyond the window, blue waves winked through branches of a sea grape tree. A white bird hopped among dangling clusters, nibbled sweet, split grapes.
First kiss, love torrents, sea grapes; airy chest; instant association of ideas binded by pure emotion: Adam's lips = fruit.
I taste fruit when I kiss my husband's mouth.
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| you wrote to me once "you frieken glow" today i return the compliment gladly. understated, perfect authors voice... i smiled as i shelved this, i smiled when i returned, and i smile as i come back again. |
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Comment by: Nora - 2008-05-19 14:04
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| I smell biography! I smell biography! Could this be from a certain lady's perspective whose name starts with an L? |
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Hmmmm, (that’s a deep, contented sigh). This is just lovely, sweet and juicy. And a surprise! I only read it once and had the whole thing, the whole picture. Those first paragraphs are marvelous.
I have a question about all these sensory experiences being blinded by emotion. Blinded? Fused, ignited, or something like? Did I miss the meaning? Anyway, a lovely piece. |
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Comment by: Arley - 2008-05-19 04:51
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| Dandy, Tim! You did a great job getting inside a woman's skin. |
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| wonderfully sensuous and romantic, my fave: nibbled sweet, split grapes-do i detect double entendre? |
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