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Romantic interlude

12th January 2009

For weeks, this idea in my head. Big strong guy, light features, white shirt; he leans over a girl, a brunette. Places a large hand on the crook of her neck and it nearly covers her shoulder to ear. Soft he pulls her to him, she willing. They kiss. Surprised and pleased by her ready compliance, his hand releases her mid-kiss and lingers there, in the air next to her ear. Like a magician, savouring a magic trick, an internal ta-da. This idea - this scene - in my head for weeks, but I couldn’t recall where I’d seen, which movie, what video, whose website burrowed so deep. Twisting and turning I then remembered, oh, yes. The girl was me. And the kiss was that kiss. That same one. Revealing different facets of that same kiss, like a buzzard circling a brilliant cut diamond, turning it over and over in my mind.

Posted in Melancholy on Monday, January 12th, 2009 at 9:46 pm
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7 responses

  1. ty comments:
    12th January 2009 at 10:19 pm

    “And the kiss was that kiss.”

    Beautifully put.

  2. K comments:
    13th January 2009 at 1:19 am

    I can’t explain but the flow of this got to me.

    “That same one.” Sounds so special.

  3. Jack Smynde comments:
    13th January 2009 at 5:07 am

    Beautiful. I want to be in on a kiss like that.

  4. Jim Murdoch comments:
    13th January 2009 at 11:37 am

    It works very well. If I was to be picky I’d say to have a look at the very last sentence again. I get the buzzard image - part of me likes it, part of me doesn’t - but I just found the whole sentence a little awkward.

  5. An Unreliable Witness comments:
    13th January 2009 at 11:52 am

    Magical. Ta-da indeed.

  6. jem comments:
    13th January 2009 at 11:52 am

    I like the way your own memories can take you by surprise. I like this phrase too - ‘an internal ta-da’!!!

  7. Ani Smith comments:
    13th January 2009 at 8:17 pm

    Ty: Thank you, Mr Bluesmith.

    K: You know what I’m talking about. ;)

    Jack Smynde: Well … how big are your hands? [P.S. Your name makes me smile. It reminds me of Topsy Kretts.]

    Jim: I think I see what you mean, Jim. My whole being is a little awkward, though, so that’s alright then.

    AUW: Ta-da! There should be more ta-da moments, internal or otherwise, don’t you think?

    Jem: I’m so escapist I usually steal ownership of things I see in other places - mostly movies. I was surprised to find this particular memory was my own. I don’t trust my own mind.

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