Saturday, August 19, 2006
New Beginning 83
“Except for the most incredible kiss I’ve ever had, we never really even touched each other.” She sounded like she was in a trance.
“I was afraid I couldn’t . . . ”
“Oh, you could. You almost did with that kiss. In fact, you’ve done it many times, you just didn’t know it.” Now she sounded . . . mischievous, sultry.
I could hear her breathing heavily now. I remember that incredible kiss. I thought I was going to pass out with her in my arms that day. She actually whimpered. I had pulled her firmly against me and let my mouth make love to hers for eternity in that few seconds. A moment gone forever yet it tortures me often. Oh, to go back and do more. To show her how I felt at that moment. The passion that was cut short may have plunged us into terrible wrongness. Now, what might have been just haunts me.
"Honey?" A voice from the bedroom, interrupting my rumination, sounding like an alley cat in a sewer pipe. "Aren't you coming to bed?"
Knowing full well what awaits should I do so - the facial mask, the curlers, the overflowing ashtray on the nightstand - I pray to Hemingway for strength and suck another swig of rye through my teeth.
"I'm in the middle of an important scene, dear. I'll be along later."
I shudder as I turn back to the keyboard.