The Kiss, So Alcoholic and Slow - "The Landing"

IVY
“The Landing”

Breathless. Shaking my head, tears uncontrolled, flailing my hands I didn’t know what to say. The slight inviting part in his lips, his eyebrow raised, confidence in the strength of his shoulders cocked back all powerful and – sexy, he waited for my answer. I paused. I paused long enough to see a flash; a raw and vulnerable flash of a moment he held in his eyes just behind the pure and generous love he had for me. I settled my hands, sat on them in fact, to pull in my breath and say “Yes.” Quietly, peacefully, I gave him my yes. He gently, with steady strong hands, slid my hand by my wrist from under my ass and slipped the perfectly sized four carat diamond ring on the ring finger of my left hand. I thought to myself “DAMN that’s a big ring!” then I smiled and we kissed. And I mentally drifted into a space so magical and inviting with pink and crimson roses floating all around me. Multi-colored starbursts shot through my mind. Eyes shut, my Dior lengthened lashes must’ve fluttered as I disappeared into a wistful daydream. Then from somewhere out of nowhere came this word; it escaped me – breathless as it came out – silencing the chimes that had just begun to whistle in my ear. The rose pedals froze and the starbursts lost their color and flat lined as I opened my eyes. Justin with a furrowed brow asked “What?” And I said “What?” And he said “What did you say?”

And I paused. Nervously, “Well what did I say?”

His eyes narrowed. “Rome. You said Rome.”

I laughed. Drawing my diamond show-n-tell piece close to my heart I laughed, waving him off with my other less impressive hand. “I’ve always wanted to go there on my honeymoon. Ya know Rome … Italian food. … the ruins.” Suddenly the confusion drained from Justin’s face replaced by the love that was there mere seconds ago. He drew me in close, wrapped me in the safety of his arms and rattled on about all the joy he saw for our future. I listened intently, rubbing my fingers along my lips wanting to pop myself really hard for uttering the one word, the one name I’d managed for two years to avoid saying around him. But there it came like an ugly case of the Turrets at the most inappropriate moment. It was then I realized I’d landed in some shit. If I wanted to marry Justin I might have to go back to Rome and figure out what tie there was that still connected me so I could snip it, shred it, and flush it down the toilet. I didn’t want the past, the painful I-can’t-run-from-it-fast-enough past to hold me hostage from the gorgeous committed love I could have with Justin. Just how to do it? Under what pretense could I get away and deal with my skeleton?

The Kiss, So Alcoholic and Slow - The Prologue

“Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They exist in each other all along.” – Rumi

IVY

"Kissing you makes me forget where I am
Unaware, Can’t think
Don’t see
I don’t hear
Emotions all wrapped up in the way –"

ROME

"In the way you taste
Your scent
In the feel of your lips when
You think I’m pulling away and
You
Reach for me
And breathe
Gently pressing the tip of your tongue
Against mine and I’m
Blind"

IVY

"Deaf
My thoughts are suspended in
This moment so
Slowly, cosmically immersed in the sanctuary of
You and me"

ROME

"Me and you – this place
Divine, intoxicating, erotic"

IVY and ROME

"Spiritual and pure
Engaging so that when we stop …
Our eyes connect then we’re -
Lost
And in it again"

- andrena r hale

(c) 2009

I Love You

Relationships are complicated to say the least; man woman, mother child, father child, friends, brother sister. And it just seems the more spiritually drawn you are, the more complex and easy those relationships are all at the same time. ... Love, so easy to roll off the tongue but probably the toughest state of being to live in when there is so much pushing and pulling to complicate where we all strive to be as we search for the god in ourselves. Even if you don't believe in God you still want, need to be enveloped in that brilliant feeling of being - loved. ... I'm particularly fascinated with the notion of romantic soul mates - spirit mates, kindred spirits - who are somehow already connected in another dimension and are mystically united in this world. Rome and Ivy, two characters who've been living in my head for the past five years, are what they believe to be one another's soul mates. But of course it's easy and intoxicating and fulfilling and complex and painful and empty all at once. You'll meet them. Soon. We'll explore them together and maybe we'll come out on the other side of their experience effected, wiser, and closer to understanding what we're supposed to expect when you look into his eyes or her eyes and say "I love you." ... Until next time.

I'm Finally Blogging .... (BIG Sigh)

Resisted Facebook for like EVER. (PAUSE) I'm gave in. ... Swore I was NEVER going to tweet like the twitts who'd jumped on the bandwagon after Ashton Kutcher nabbed like a million followers in a day. (PAUSE) I too am a twitt as of last month just constantly feeding my undiagnosed A.D.D. like 100 times a day. ... And now after shying away from the blog thing, I am - a blogger. Lord knows what I'll be blogging about. But stay tuned cuz I might actually surprise myself and come up with some entertaining stuff.

Until next time.