by Jerry Ratch
You gave me chills on my opposite hip whenever you touched me from behind, when we spooned under the rough woolen blanket in your basement. Whenever your essence touched my life like that. Just like when you said, “You came, that's all.”
That's all? That's all! You may have been the source of the original knock-knock joke, that's all I've got to say. It's funny how I could feel it from one hip to the other.
Where do we go when we're coming? That's what I want to know. I became God, a bird, a butterfly. I became a speckled moth, a pretty moth with short blond hair at my neck. I flew up around the ceiling of your bedroom. Apparently it was a very long flight, because maybe I am still there, (a little bit of me.) If I wanted that kind of experience again, where would I have to go to sign up?
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Voice of the Past
Adult(e)rated Memoirs
I like this. The last paragraph is especially nice: the speckled moth, the one with the short blond hair, etc.
In a way, I liked the last graf so much that I was startled when it ended there. But maybe I'm just not entirely awake this morning--it's West Coast morning still. Thanks, good read.
Thanks, Catherine. This is part of a whole series I've been writing, and posting here. Voice of the Past series. Titled for now,
Adult(e)rated Memoirs.
I like to watch you playing with this scene over and over.
Thanks, Bill. Very much appreciated!
Love the last para. Love the line: Where do we go when we're coming?" Star.
Thank you!