without the mistletoe
it didn't matter that everybody else was watching. sheltered under a canopy of christmas lights and other trappings of holiday tinsel, it felt like there was just the two of them, finally ready to share a chaste passion that had taken years to bear fruit.
there was a moment of vacillation as they faced their disconcerting passage from strangers to friends to something they couldn't quite define. between them, the air stirred with the subtle anticipation of tastes and textures from flesh that was both foreign and familiar, all at once.
they met halfway. his breath stirred her hair slightly, while her fingertips traced soft circles against his face. their eyes closed gently. and the meeting of parted lips—a sensation that was all too gentle, too warm, too sweet that it was almost a physical ache—was like a communion of souls.
but then it was over too quickly.
she remembered thinking afterwards how real intimacy could come to you at the most unexpected times. and how it could leave you feeling whole and untarnished, instead of naked and ashamed. she remembered what a friend once told her, about love being a gift you give yourself. and so it was that evening. the gift that was a long time coming was finally accepted with the grace it was due.
from the time they parted, they had looked only at each other, without surprise or regret or guilt, not touching, not even out of breath. and they realized that for a few more seconds in that strange, surreal place, they had all the time they needed.
in the space of a heartbeat, they leaned into each other again. this time, as the world fell away completely, it felt like coming home.
i rode north at 6:18 PM
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JErm pedaled up to say...
you're blessed to have someone to lean on on christmas. i had to get kicks out of buying presents for my folks. and i got moneh as a gift in return. it's like doing almost nothing. this xmas is numb!!
10:57 PM CAROLVS pedaled up to say...
I always thought there might be some way to capture those moments in a bottle and carry with me wherever.
3:46 AM monsterspank pedaled up to say...
the trees were too expensive . we looked about and thought how beautiful they were. but how transient the feeling, that moment. and how wonderful too. as one friend put it, like finding chocolates in his pocket. something you did not expect but was wondering about and that which came true. fun!
10:52 AM retarius pedaled up to say...
sounds like you had a great holiday.
12:41 PM
Chrigela pedaled up to say...
oh, so i see you've received my "kiss in a box" by Mattell (C), haha. that was a very pleasant read.
3:40 PM Kishore pedaled up to say...
just fabulous ... well written :)
5:58 PM ennui pedaled up to say...
wonderfully written. it's as if i was there with you when the world suddenly stopped turning circles. Ü
:20 PM
Jay pedaled up to say...
I think vacillation is the best part, that one moment right in between where everything is possible and nothing has been diminished yet...that's the moment that captures us, or captures love.
5:43 PM
transience pedaled up to say...
JErm >> a real blessing, indeed. but it sounds like your christmas wasn't too bad, really.
carolvs >> these kind of moments i keep in my heart.
monsterspank >> hehe, FUN. i believe you. it's as if you had a front-row seat to all the action, my doll!
retarius >> i did.
chris >> they actually HAVE those? iwantiwantiwant.
kishore >> thanks a lot. nice for for you to drop by. happy holidays!
ennui >> the world did stop its turning, you know. i'm sure you can imagine it.
jay >> you're right. the vacillation...that moment of bated breath...that's a keeper.
6:51 PM
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