Sometimes, too great a body of words can put people off in this media. People don’t have the energy to put aside 3 minutes to read something when they can go on to ‘heart’ 50 glossy photos that have been reblogged hundreds of times or a bunch of tweets probably hardly read.
So, I’m keeping this brief and pointed. Although a little longer than a tweet.
Obviously is yet to come..
I mean I don’t think my kissing career is over. I don’t think I’m past my best kiss use by date.
I mean I’ve had some fabulous kisses with some unbelievably amazing people and those memories are amongst the best memories I have in life.
A kiss. An expression of affection, a way to turn the mind into a lascivious muddle of desire and oneness.
Ocean kisses are perhaps the best. The song of the sea hinting at some vast universal plan. As if this union was meant to be. Losing yourself as the salt spray kisses the air off the rocks on the shore.
Ah, I look forward to that best kiss ever.
We understand that we are complex, difficult, wonderful creatures. Until you really get to know someone else it’s natural to assume they are a more simple creature. Probably more honest and figured out than us. Got their life sorted out. Knows what they want romantically, career wise. We assume all this until we actually get to know someone intimately and then we discover what a similar mess of feelings, confusions, ambitions, frustrations, secrets, lies, shame, crazy loves, silly families and lots of other madness as well.
Sometimes, that makes us love them more. Sometimes it says whoa, hang on here. This person just won’t add to my sanity or how my life works well.
The thing is everybody forces us to make assumptions because they are so frightened that revealing all of their mad inner self will put people off. It’s that fine line between guessing what a fabulous person someone is and guessing how far you think their demons may reach and rip your soul out that makes life interesting.
When it was time to leave my grandma who was a large woman would give everybody massive hugs. It was amazing to be enfolded into her loving being.
My grandfather often then ushered me into his room opened his top drawer which I distinctly remembered smelling of Cuban cigars and hauled out a little tin, took the lid off and offered me a jube.
I would usually take a black one and remember an aniseed flavour.
He would proffer a lesser hug but still very welcome from this lovely man. We would clamber down the endless front stairs and into the Holden. DVJ 159 and back to the suburbs far, far away.
Somebody tells me about a dream they had the other morning. Like two days ago. They mention and specifically ask about a patient of mine whom I haven’t seen for over two years. They don’t know the patient in any detail and ask me ‘why would S…. K… be in my dream?’ I had no answer as I hadn’t had anything to do with this unusual patient for that period of time.
I arrive at work at the hospital today and sat down at the first computer terminal available on the ward I was visiting one of my other patients. On the screen was the home page for results for S….. K… obviously a patient on that particular ward now.
What are the chances of this? A city of 4 million people.
Whispered in medias
Lost and found
Who takes it in?
Does any of it matter?
Shouting to a void
Or a single soul listening
On their porch with a beer in hand
Fighting off her Uncle’s kisses
As he spits Bacca onto the ragged lawn
Yellow teeth changing form
He leers as she runs away
Across the prairie
Across the desert
A horse whispers the way
Over the mountains to the sea
Playing tambourine to the coast’s restless music
Finding rhythm and soul
A leisurely stroll
She writes it down.