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June 15, 2011
Chess (the reality of illusions)
It's quiet here, the sun is closer , and there is no relief in the shade. the day is past half and tomorrow is around the bend. I will move the pawn and then I will pause waiting for her. she swims in the morning across the river and then back , "sometimes I like to lay on the water and let it take me away" she said once. "then I get scared of how far I dare and swim back faster" she said..
we make love in the afternoon behind close doors, I am content but she likes us to be mischievous. The idea of my hand crawling under her skirt at a restaurant while she is talking seriously appeals to her, I am content, but she like us to dare further. I like to watch her sleeping naked. the way her hair falls on the pillow , the curve of her back, the side of her breast, I like to sit by the window smoking my cigarettes and watch her floating away.
We make love at midnight , half sleep, half dead, half awake, all needy, all wanting, hungry for more , our eyes closed , she climbs me, like a drunken mole, blind she finds her way , the greedy femme, I taste the wine in her mouth I taste my last cigarette, wishing I could gorge on her, half mad, all crazed, she holds me to a halt "stay please, just stay" she whispers,...................................
she is back from her swim, he hair sleeked back wet, sticking to her neck, her eyes blue silver, her lips almost purple cold, yet inviting , she kisses me, "the water was cold" she whispers, sitting across the table, she looks at the board
I follow her long fingers as she reaches and moves her pawn further...........................................
Posted by Idinraha at June 15, 2011 01:01 PM
Comments
Very dream-like. I like the use of water, swimming and rivers, wet hair and purple lips. ALso how you compare 2 people to a board game, taking turns making moves. I like the serenity of this one, the quietness and gentle passion...
Posted by: jen at June 17, 2011 11:43 AM
Well, there is a reason we mesh, you get it, I like the piece much , the quietness, even in its passion....... so you write the next episode......how about that.
Posted by: Idinraha at June 19, 2011 04:50 PM