The Kiss
The waitress seated us down the back of the café/restaurant.
The tables were small, close together the light gently dim. Jan (my second
daughter) and I talked about the book launch (Davis Mc Caughey –Author Sarah Martin)
we had just been to and family and funny things. Jan has a dry sense of humour
and a quick wit she makes me laugh, feel happy.
As we chatted a young couple were seated directly behind
Janice and in my line of vision. The girl was dark, pretty, slender, and petite.
The boy was tall, fair, handsome with a slight to medium build.
Their main characteristic was their total focus on each
other, the body language that suggested welcome, the eye contact unwavering in
focus. Their eagerness to speak to each other overcomes all else, I overhear “second date” somewhere
in their conversation.
I turn to the couple who have been seated on our right, over
fifties and over it; their body language is hostile their conversation muted
and dark. A group of four has been seated to our left their conversation is the
usual social banter which takes up a lot of time, is noisy but lacks any real
substance. Been there plenty of times.
I order a house hamburger, Janice a chicken in pyjamas.
(Chicken Parmigiarna) we chat on enjoying our time together.
The young couple leaned into the small table, their talk if
anything more animated their hands were now touching. They do not take their
eyes off each other as they order a modest salad.
I smile to myself try to concentrate on our conversation
which has touched on some rather deep issues to do with family and life. I cannot
help thinking of my courting days and the fierce attraction of a new love, now
on gentle display before me. It was a show for me a journey into memory for
them it was life itself.
The older couple continued their gloomy repast, the group
their airy conversation the men had ordered house hamburger like me. We order
coffee.
The young couples salad arrived they picked at it negligently
together, their eyes never wavered from each other. She would laugh at his
remarks, he smiled at her voice. Their faces are close. Their very bodies seem
to be straining against the table longing to be together.
It is time for us to go, I ask for the cheque. The older
couple are struggling through the evening, the group is considering sweets.
The young couple are now so close a cigarette paper could
not separate them. She is talking to him excitedly. Suddenly he leans into her
pressing his lips against hers. She withdraws a little startled, looks at him
her eyes huge. I hold my breath…
Suddenly she leans forward returning his kiss with passion
and gusto. They are engaged at only one point but it is a consuming overpowering
engagement which has consumed them rendering all else around them meaningless.
Love n a strong feeling of affection…
Affection n a
gentle feeling of fondness or liking…
Oxford Dictionary
That special man The feelings you
have for that special man are something else. The power of hormones and mutual
attraction rouses those strong feelings that will enable you to overcome the
issue of giving yourself to another person physically and psychologically. It
is the power which enables you to share your space with another being, it has
to be powerful. In the state of sexual love it is the power which enables you
to let that person into your body, this is an amazing thing. It is a thing
which most men do not understand, this feeling is so strong and compelling that
it lets, or compels you to share your body with a man.
Personal Space: n the physical space
immediately surrounding someone, into which encroachment can feel threatening
or uncomfortable… Oxford
Dictionary.
If you want to find out something about Davis McCaughey or
his amazing wife Jean visit:
Or buy the book.
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