May 25, 2010

Morning Sun

Winter break freed up your schedule. I was the beneficiary. For eight days, we shared that run-down motel room on the beach.

You thought I was sleeping at night, but I was really spiraling away to lick at the powdered candy stars, pocket the moon and give it to your medicine woman spirit as a midnight gift. We turned it loose every morning like a firefly into the peach sunrise.

You were the first to ever call me a great boyfriend. When you said those words, you set off my thunderbird rockets. I visited my old friend, the one with the beautiful rings. I sat on them like a rung of bleachers at a high school basketball game and ran my fingers through the hair of this magic planet.

That wasn't cheating. Saturn was madly in love with you, too. Imagine your mood if I touched your face at 3 a.m. every night, so I touched the closest thing to your beauty.

I realized how deeply I love you in the space between afternoon sex and dinner. I was banging away on this keyboard and you were watching Dave Chappelle in bed. My Tuscan bones informed me how much I enjoyed sharing a shelter with you. You made the mundane moments of this life twinkle when you asked me to make popcorn next writing break I took.

15 comments:

LadyFi said...

Wow - beautifully tender and magical!

Hilary said...

What a beautiful and tender piece. I can almost sense those memories as if they were my own.

Thanks for your visit to my blog today.

Ed Pilolla said...

i'll take beautiful and tender, heck yeah. thanks!

Anjuli said...

You have a knack for ending with just the right words-

You made the mundane moments of this life twinkle when you asked me to make popcorn next writing break I took.

I loved the entire piece- but the last sentence just tied it up in a cozy bow and made it utterly delightful.

She Writes said...

you made the mundane moments of this life twinkle

very sweet.

Teacher Mommy said...

I love how you interlace exploration of the universe with the "mundane" moments of love. Beautiful.

Alexandra Grabbe said...

Love your use of words! Thanks for sharing these magic moments ...

Andrea Parker said...

Pretty. Is this going to be a physical book eventually? If so, I will buy one.

Xcrush said...

It must have been love...I would have told her to get up and make it herself since she was watching tv....and you were creating art! :)This is beautiful Ed. I wonder if you meant to create a diversion in the mind when you used the word "banging away" right after you said "afternoon sex"??? LOL

Wine and Words said...

I hope this is true. I hope this is your life. I hope you love this fully and share it, not here...no, not here, but whispered to her face.

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Tori said...

Very sweet and touching. :)

Ed Pilolla said...

take two...
@anjuli and @she writes, thanks so much. i've had that popcorn line rattling around in my head for weeks. i thought it would be soon in the piece but the last line be the most important. it worked. i'm grateful.
@teacher mommy, it's a kick when these pieces organically come out a little balanced. the cosmos, popcorn. even how light it all was balanced with the huge mile-marker in my life of hearing i was a great boyfriend for the first time.
@alexandra, it was a magic moment, of the sort that proved to me i am really alive.
@andrea, thanks for the interest! i just contracted with an artist to do the cover. it is going to be an actual book, with a little surprise to it as well. really grateful for the support:)
@xcrush, yeah, i caught that use of 'banging,' but it was only after i wrote it. i smiled at it. love that you caught it.
@wine and words, i love your perspective. is this my life? in that moment it was, but my life is also bolting from relationships, unfortunately. that's part of what allows me to see these moments and cherish them and sculpt them, not building on them. we did do plenty of whispering, tho:)

rachelsnyder said...

Oh,Ed,what you do to us all -- playing cat-and-mouse with these delicious words and unforgettable images.Sometimes I feel I must avert my gaze, as though I have walked into a room without invitation yet never want to leave.

Ed Pilolla said...

@rachelsnyder, wow, you can write. i'm so blessed to have found your work and i'm happy you like mine. please don't leave:)