Forced to express a desire
I want to lay horizontally across your lap, resting in the bend of your arm with my cheek on your chest, my ear to your heartbeat, my nose poised to inhale you; my bottom on your thigh and my legs dangling off the side - your free hand reaching across me, stroking me gentle but sure - first my shoulder, upper arm, my elbow, my hand. Then my stomach, the side of my torso, my hip, thigh, knees. I want you to speak to me softly, sweetly. Tell me something kind, preferably about me, but nothing too obvious. I will reach up to stroke the side of your face, your neck; to feel how solid your shoulder, your chest. You can take my hand in yours and bring my palm to meet your lips. I’ll feel a touch of self-consciousness, wondering how my fingers smell, but this feeling will dissipate with your calming, tender kiss. I want you to lightly brush the hair off my forehead and kiss the bridge of my nose. Smile faintly at me. I want every deliberate action to reiterate my safety and existence. Every affirmative gesture securing my place in the physical world.
30 July 2008 at 1:43 pm
beautiful.
30 July 2008 at 2:39 pm
Yes; very nice. Are you a romantic at heart?
31 July 2008 at 9:43 am
Nice weather we’re having.
31 July 2008 at 9:58 am
This is a nice gentle piece but I have to ask about the title: Why forced? Nothing in this piece seems the slightest bit forced. And who is being forced? I suspect it’s not the narrator. Is it that by placing herself in this situation - or should I say intending to place herself in this situation - she is hoping to force the responses she relates in the piece?
31 July 2008 at 7:06 pm
Aw! You sentimental thing :)
31 July 2008 at 8:26 pm
Lissa: Thank you. :)
Your Wandering Mind: Isn’t everyone at times?
AUW: Bit hot, don’t you find?
Jim Murdoch: The title comes from forcing oneself to admit such vulnerability. Not an easy thing to do, I find. I like your interpretation, too, though, of forcing the responses, so in that way, I’m glad it was open-ended.
Z: Am not! Shush. ;)
2 August 2008 at 10:37 pm
Oh, yeahyeahyeah, you’ve described heaven in
such gentle writing and honesty.