“Let’s do a challenge. We’ll write poems. What topic would you like?”
“There’s this line along your inner thigh. It curves inward splendidly, and the sun caresses the shadows there.”
“You can’t write about that.” she’d reprimanded.
“Why not? There are little hairs there, barely there, and I can almost feel them brushing against my cheek.”
“Stop. Be serious. Here, choose between these three topics: ADHD, Heaven, or Salamanders.”
I stared, blinking. “What about chickens?” I’d suggested, spotting a book about chickens with odd plumage on the bookstore shelf.
She didn’t reply.
The sun was still drifting in the window, coveting her, and still lighting up that small, inward curve on her inner thigh. She’d tried to cover it up, switching positions, fidgeting, though unaware, and I’d wondered if that spot was getting warm from my thoughts. I’d wondered if I might make it hot.
She peered at me over her reading glasses whenever she’d hear me stop typing, and whenever her thigh would become warm. I’d caught her fanning herself, discreetly.
Music was piped in through the bookstore’s speaker system. Flamenco guitars played. I’d imagined us touring Mexico, shopping in dust-road villages, buying turquoise silver and wood-inlay guitars. She speaks Spanish, I’d remembered. We’d drink tequila, and dance, and make love during Mexico’s hot evenings, and I’d trace the curve of her inner thigh with my tongue, placing a cactus-tattoo upon her skin with each nibbling kiss.
Old stuff, tho by some miracle I only changed one word.
VictoryInTrouble says
Oh, this is lovely! Sweet and hot. I love it!
Eric says
Well, thank you, Vic 🙂
VictoryInTrouble says
You’re welcome. ?
Antanya In The Fog says
Awesome!
Eric says
Thank you again 🙂
Ori.46 says
What about Salamanders? 🙂
Eric says
I wrote of salamanders too. I’ll post it 😉
Ori.46 says
Yeah, yeah. I saw that. 🙁
Dave says
Great write Eric. Well composed, lyrical and relatable. A poets poem if such a thing exists. Loved it.
Eric says
Thank you, Dave. I appreciate the kind words.
pixieannie says
Yes, well…gosh.
Dorinda Duclos says
Great piece, Eric. Funny how we think the old stuff needs fixing when there’s really nothing broken ?
Eric says
Thank you Dorinda. Sometimes they’re broken 😉 Sometimes it’s just our imagination.
Dorinda Duclos says
Ah, that silly imagination, always second guessing 🙂 Have a wonderful day, Eric!
sanberdooboy says
wonderful job of creating (or re-creating) a scene.
Eric says
Thank you so much. I hope you have a wonderful weekend.
Maureen says
I love this one.