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A Delicate Moment

A Delicate Moment

      The years gather speed like a locomotive bound for a mountain crest. Our love train rises up the pass like the little engine that could. After over a decade of crossing the great plains of marriage we find ourselves ascending a notch lush with new growth.
     “Honey, it gives me irrepressible joy to pronounce that we kicked your cancer in the ass. You’ve been in remission for eight years.”
     “Your rabbit food diet did the trick. Never underestimate the power of a nurse who wields a vegan recipe book.”
     “Yes, but you did cheat at the burger joint. How should we celebrate?”
     “Let’s go to the girl’s roller derby.”
     “You just want to get an eye full of those girls going at it like Amazon warriors. You get turned on by that.”
     “Well, don’t you get excited by football players?”
     “Are you kidding me? A bunch of hairy neanderthals slapping each other’s butts? Hell yes!”    
     I gaze at the mattress where our love is plied. I am the star attraction of this cinematic fantasy which leaps off the silver screen into reality. I lie naked, entangled in linen sheets.
     I know that my womb is barren, but at this moment I imagine myself fertile and ripe with egg. I know that science can never explain the mystery of this quaking desire created in my body. I feel such delicious spasms of pleasure that my body shudders. And though science can explain the mechanics of conception, never will it explain the magic of the creation of life.
     The room is illuminated by the soft glow of flickering candles. The smoke from the candles coils upward like snakes. Paul watches mesmerized as I stretch, cat-like, beneath the sheets.
     The odds of conceiving for me are dismal. But like a gambler down to her last dollar who antes up, I mount him. With each thrust of my hips I feel the collision of forces build deep in my body.
     My thighs part so that I can learn what it means to be a woman under a master. He rolls on top and arcs gently into my ocean. He immerses into my salt sea and dissolves into me like a million points of light.
    We lay there together in the afterglow. “Paul, I know cannot give you a baby. But are you happy with me?”
     “Honey, I can always count on being your shoulder to cry on. You are moody, prone to weeping spells, and in need of constant attention. Besides that you’re cute as a button. So you are my baby.”
    “Oh you silver tongued charmer. Paul when you get a tickle in your throat you act like you’ve got pneumonia. When your allergies kick up you have me apply mentholatum ointment, drip salt water down your nose, and it’s like being at work at the hospital. If your hamburgers aren’t well done you curl your lips. When I substitute tofu for meatballs in your spaghetti you play with your food and leave a pile of bean curd while eating only the noodles.”
     He says, “Honey, let’s double celebrate. How about we share a quart of chocolate ice cream?”
     “Well there is all that fat and sugar. But we burned a lot of calories just now. So it sounds reasonable.”
     “Maybe we should just get a gallon to last a week” he says.
     “I have no self control. But I may put on some pounds.”
     “More to love” he ripostes.
     “Let’s grow fat together” I quip.
     “You don’t have to get pregnant to get those love handles which I love to squeeze. Besides, what if we had a boy? You’d be outnumbered two to one.”
     “True. But how will I stay sane without a toddler to break into my chocolate stash?”
Written by goldenmyst
Published | Edited 27th Apr 2017
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