THAT KISS (1890)

TWO TEEN-AGERS DATING IN HIGH SCHOOL, SHARING A CLASS

SHARING LOOKS, CHATS, SMILES, COME HITHER, LEARNING ABOUT HOW TO’S AND EACH OTHER

GOOD LOOKING, CONSUMMATE, DERANGED CHILDHOODS BOTH–BUT SANE ENOUGH TO SEE THE LIGHT IN EACH OTHER

WHO COULD KNOW THAT SUCH BEGINNINGS, LUNCH AND SCIENCE TECHNIQUES, COULD SPAWN LIFE-LONG ATTACHMENT

DESPITE DISTANCE, DIFFERENT COLLEGES, DIFFERENTIAL CITIES, EVEN OPPOSING TEMPERAMENTS

AND GROW CLOSER AND STRONGER OVER THE YEARS, TILL THE TWO ARE ONE: FAMILY OF CHOICE, NOT BLOOD.

 

BUT THAT NIGHT IN 1890 REMAINED APART FROM ALL OTHERS: THAT KISS WAS SOUL SHATTERING

HOW DOES ONE TRANSCEND THE SEARING MEMORY OF A LOVE BORN IN HEAT, OF REPRESSION, OF WANT…

IT WAS A FULL MOON, SPRING BREEZE, UNDER A TREE ON PELHAM PARKWAY, A PARTY IN FORCE

THAT HE LET THE FULL EMOTION SPRING FORTH UNFETTERED AND SHE ANSWERED IN WAYS THAT A TEEN WOULD EAGERLY UNDERSTAND…ALONE WE STOOD,

GRABBING MY FREE-FLOWING LOCKS AND PLANTING A KISS FOR THE AGES, LONG AND WET, SWEET IN A WAY OF LONG-SIMMER, AND HOLDING MY BUNS, GRINDING AGAINST…AND KNOWING WE WERE TO BE LOVERS, NOT MERELY FRIENDS. 

THERE WAS NO MISTAKING THE MUTUAL PASSION OF TWO TEENS IN LOVE AND HEAT SIMULTANEOUSLY

WAITING FOR THE RIGHT MOMENT TO SWOOP DOWN AND CONSUMMATE THE UNION BORN OF THAT KISS IN ANOTHER LIFETIME.

THE KARMA OF THAT UNION DEMANDS THAT THE TWO BECOME ONE, AS IT WAS MEANT TO BE, IN ANOTHER PLACE AND TIME, EVEN IN ANOTHER BODY, WHEN THE TWO SOULS ARE REBORN IN OTHER BODIES. THE TWO WILL FIND EACH OTHER AGAIN AND THE RESULTS WILL BE DIFFERENT, BECAUSE FATE MEANS IT TO BE THIS WAY.

KISMET= FATE. AND THE SOUL INHABITING THIS BODY FEELS IT AGAIN, AS IF IT HAS BEEN DOWN THIS PATH BEFORE, AND CRIES OUT FOR THE UNION.

IT CANNOT BE AN EPISODE, A BLIP IN A LONG HISTORY. THE TEST IS IN THE GROWTH OF THE TWO AS THE RELATIONSHIP HAS GROWN TO THAT OF A FINE WINE, TREASURED AS RARE, REFINED AS IT HAS ENDURED THAT INITIAL PASSION, AND BECOME BETTER, AS ONE THAT EACH SEES AS A GIFT, WHICH WOULD ALMOST CERTAINLY WOULD NOT HAVE HAPPENED HAD THE PASSION BEEN SPENT ON THAT ONE NIGHT. 

THE TRAJECTORY WOULD HAVE BEEN BRIEF, TRANSITORY, PARTING AS THE INITIAL THRUST FLAMES OUT AND THE FIGHT ENDS ALL, FOR LACK OF INTEREST TO SUSTAIN THAT WHICH IS SPENT SO EASILY.

SO THE ANCESTOR IN ME REJOICES THAT THE CONSUMMATION IS YET TO COME, AND IT WILL BE DOM PERIGNON SIPPING WITH GODIVA TRUFFLES ON SILK SHEETS, AND THOU, READY TO HUNT, AND ME, READY TO YIELD.  

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