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Pleasure

by Crystal Folz

Pleasure, a thought, then the slow drape of my leg over his belly. In the morning, physical pleasure isn't misused or attached to emotions charged by time, but passes lazily between us. We work in the garden throughout the afternoon. Side by side, we pull weeds and pinch herbs. We speak of bills or the kids. Because of love, because of time, we spend the rest of the day holding the morning under our tongues.

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Crystal Folz lives in rural Indiana with her husband and two sons. Her work has recently appeared in The Guild of Outsider Writers and Lit Up Magazine. She blogs here.

12 comments:

Anonymous said...

Good work, Crystal!!

Big fan of Shoots and Vines and very nice to see you on here.

Cheers,
David Erlewine

Anonymous said...

This is beautiful and warm.

Anonymous said...

Good 6. Makes you stop and think.


Jeanette Cheezum

Anonymous said...

Yeah, that was good. Lazy mornings are the best, had one this morning!

-MacG

Anonymous said...

Love the last line. That's the every-day heart of love in a marriage. Nice!

TPol

Absolutely*Kate said...

You Crystalized what pleasure is, dances, days, feels, reals ... "holding the morning under our tongue" is sublime. (Damn! Wish I'd had that one!) Kidding ... your writing sense has "feel" so going for it. ~ Absolutely*Kate

Anonymous said...

Nice.

Kim said...

Beautiful... the easiness between the lovers is wonderful mixed with the mundane of the gardening.

shootsandvines said...

Thanks to everyone who read and commented and thanks to Robert for accepting this piece.

'holding something under my tongue' is an old phrase I heard many times growing up. Not sure if it's a Kentucky saying or not.

Thanks again,
Crystal

quin browne said...

that lazy place in bed moving into reality with the memories keeping the day in place...


i liked it.

Scot said...

love this--nice work as always

Paul Brazill said...

Very nice, indeed.