Wednesday, May 03, 2006

A summer kind of love

I look at him, he who is sleeping in the crook of my arm. No, not because he likes it there. Because I do.

Those perfect eyelashes that fan around those perfect eyes.

The traffic outside is loud. So are the voices in my head. Both clear and cluttered.

The unbearable heat of summer. And a summer kind of love. Seasonal. Strong. Potent. Leaves you exhausted. Very like the way we made love.

The clumsy fumbling of our fingers in the dark, cursing hooks and eyes and buttons and belts. The frantic removing of our clothes and shoving them aside...

The scattered clothes around us, a testimonial to the love we made.

His breath touches those soft hairs on the side of my neck. I stroke his hair. I hope he's having a good dream.

His breathing labors and turns into snores.

I cannot sleep with someone who snores. But I never sleep. It’s always the other person who does. I wait to pretend waking up. To leave. I always do that. Before the other does. They always do. So I leave before them.

He can snore. I will be gone with the summer.

We'd laughed a great deal that day. He'd said I need to laugh more. Makes me look younger.

I fondly wipe those tiny droplets of sweat on his forehead. I also wipe the fondness aside.

That tiny mole on the corner of his lips. One kissed a thousand times by me. And a thousand women before me. A hundred later maybe.

I hate them all.

He opens his eyes to find me looking at him.

Smiling he says sleepily, "If our children have anything but brown eyes, you're gonna be in serious trouble lady."

I hug him and tuck him into where he belongs. For now.

Maybe I'll stay this time.


Anonymous SilentWaters said...

If a ballet can be written, this is it,
If there is anyone I would want to dance a ballet with, it is you

Amazing post once again :)....

9:07 PM  
Anonymous Another Dude said...

Whoa whoa whoa !!!

What was that?

How the heck does one manage to write such a beautiful piece yet again. I didn't know what to expect at the end of it.

Am I not glad I visited your page again.

Cheers to you,

If I happen to meet you anytime in life, I would want to present you a bottle of Chardonnay in appreciation of your writings.

9:53 PM  
Anonymous Another Dude said...

Btw, didn't understand this part

"That tiny mole on the corner of his lips. One kissed a thousand times by me. And a thousand women before me. A hundred later maybe."

Whats this about kissed by thousand woman before and a hundred later? Am i missing something? If you would excuse my dumb question, was the story about feelings of a (every/ any) woman in love with a man OR was it someone's (maybe you or a fiction) feelings towards her guy, in which case I don't quite understand how the dude gets kissed by a thousand woman.

Am I too dumb?

10:04 PM  
Blogger Dhanush said...

His breath touches those soft hairs on the side of my neck.
അവളുടെ കഴുത്തിലെ മ്രുദുലമായ രോമങ്ങളെ അവന്റെ ശ്വാസം ചുംബിച്ചു.
Simply Beautiful.
You always put in an unknown third person in your romantic love stories. Be it the vultures who hover around your sweetheart during the shopping, or the thousands of women who kissed the tiny mole in the corner of lips. Is it accidental or incidental ;) ?

And as seasons passby I hope she stays with him only :-)

10:10 PM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Silentwaters: You better know how to dance! I don't want me toes stepped on too often! :p

Another Dude: Am in Chennai!! And as for the explanation bit about the kisses. Thousand is an exaggeration of course, but the point there was- by the many women in his life before this. And the few women in his life after this. Dumb, I think not.

Dhanush: It sounds better in malayalam- as always. I wish I could write in malayalam. Damn!

11:44 PM  
Blogger Dhanush said...

You can still write on Blog. I just do that, think malayalam, write in English. But typing in English-to Malayalam is tough. Check this site for more details.

1:50 AM  
Anonymous SilentWaters said...

Lady, u r in luck, I am good at the following types of dancing...

Baby, where are your feet!!
My two left feet!!

Have you tried them?? ;)!!!!

8:25 AM  
Blogger Lost in trance... said...

maybe u will stay? coz of the kid-talk?

10:18 AM  
Blogger pallavi said...

you've tucked yourself away as well it seems..
no emails, no messages... well now that i'm writing again, i hope your holiness shall emerge from the hiding.

5:16 PM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Dhanush: Will check that out!

SilentWaters: Lets see how long you walk this earth without your two feet broken!

Lost in trance: Because of that awfully tempting mole on the side of his lip!

Pallavi: Oh baby! Good to see you! Let me see what you've written!!!!

9:26 PM  
Blogger phatichar said...

Love the switch of moods between the love-making and the snoring... :)

11:07 PM  
Blogger clash said...

perfect eyelashes : That’s so typically fictional, right?

The traffic outside is loud: That’s a Boon in disguise, right? All those groaning and moaning got subsided coz of that.. Lucky you.. That u dint have to put on fan or loud music.

His breath touches those soft hairs on the side of my neck: Have u been reading Manorama weekly or Mangalam?

His breathing labors and turns into snores: Pity girls that they cant snore so loud as us.

We'd laughed a great deal that day. He'd said I need to laugh more: Parallel processing?? laughing and love making? what’s that trick, if u don’t mind sharing?

That tiny mole on the corner of his lips: I thought, it looks good on girl’s u sure it was not a transvestite?

Mangalam Award for u!!

11:10 PM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Phatichar: Long time! how've you been?

Clash: It wasn't a transvestite. Trust me. I checked.

11:30 PM  
Blogger Poornima said...

And about the perfect eyelashes... honey, do you wanna answer that one? How about a pic of yours as a reply. And that darned mole too!

11:32 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

hey honey..

neat writing as usual!!

reading the comments.. I have jus one thing to bieng in love does not seem to go down well with your 'readers'!!


11:43 PM  
Blogger aks said...

hey love...lovely i shud say...

S- said u being in love aint going well with ur readers....

U in Love with a guy other than me...Wat bout those umpteen promise made.. wat bout those beautiful enchanting words 4 years too much to in tears... :-(

3:43 AM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Aks: Lol! Sweetheart- we'll talk about it!!!

6:32 AM  
Blogger phatichar said...

oh, been doing fine, thanx.. :) how're things with you?

1:08 AM  
Blogger mannu said...

da.. juz a quick note to let u know am alive..

when it comes to praising what u write, i always run out of words..
they are beautiful..(ur work i mean ;) ) as always!!!


7:55 AM  
Blogger Ubiquitous said...

Wow! :)

Gonna check your previous post now!!

You write well, I must say =)

11:35 AM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Phatichar: Surviving! :D

Mannu: Wowowow! This is quite a surprise. How's married life treating you?

Ubiquitous: Thank you.

9:04 PM  
Blogger sp said...

Awesome ! whats ur profession?

8:07 AM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Sp: He he... trsut me- something not very enviable but for the pay!

5:42 AM  
Anonymous Poornima said...

truly erotic

7:20 PM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Anon: :D

5:59 AM  
Blogger raka said...

I am wondering, if all the things you write are things you really do. I am almost sure it is fiction.
Making love is such a great form self expression that one need not resort to blogging (how ever well written).

Malayaleeanho? Explains a lot of things :-)

10:49 AM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Raka: One did not resort to blogging to write about making love. One made love. One wrote about it. Different things.

Ps: Yes.

9:18 PM  
Anonymous Octopuss said...

A very interesting story. I personally like the way emotions are represented a nice bouquet of various thoughts.

2:37 PM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Octopuss: Ty!

8:45 PM  

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