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By J. E. Kane Date: 2001 Jun 22 Comment on this Work [[2001.06.22.20.19.24348]] |
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Eroding the restraints of her own resolutions with each sip of the red Burgundy wine, her body wakened then to thoughts of him, yielding itself to the memory of his touch Closing her eyes, she slid mellifluously and anew into the warm bath of recalled moments in his arms How long had it been? A year and more away from feeling his hand at the small of her back, the reflection of warm brown in his cool blue, and the soft, sweet taste of his lips on hers, yet less than a day from the touch of his words and the sound of his voice on the telephone, and only a moment from his hold on her thoughts "I won't try to see you," she once resolved And through her determination, she did not, save only with wine-influenced eyes closed Telling him of her lapse when next they spoke, "I must stick to Evian," she would say He smiled, for he knew her love of tease, "It's okay, I won't see you either," he said And knowing the influence of words on her passion, added, "what's more, here's a poem! Fair exchange!" |