Another dream, not of Ichade

Another dream, not of Ichade

It was time to say good-bye, for how long I did not know, I only knew that I really didn’t want to leave. Our time together had been too short, minutes actually, compared to the years that had passed since birth. Time is relative and it was against us this time.

She came into my arms hugging me firmly in a grip that expressed deeper meaning that I would have thought before my arrival. The hug lasted a long time, no words spoken, and none needed to be said. I did not want to go; she it appeared didn’t want me to leave.

The hug turned less fierce more into two entities that wanted to be held without judgment. My mind raced on how good it felt…it surprised me…I had not expected it though I must say in reflection how could it be otherwise.

Our torsos left each other then with our arms still hugging each others waist. Bending backwards without letting go just so we could look at each other face to face...like we both were waiting for something. We were both smiling; I could see the light of understanding dancing in her blue eyes. That’s when my mind wondered through a scenario of a “what if” that encompassed hours in that flash of a second.


I reached up to the back of her head running my left hand under her shoulder length hair gripping a handful in such a way that I was pulling her head back and to the side. Her mouth opened in surprise and just a brief flash of pleasure-pain of silent protest before I pressed my mouth against hers. Kissing her hard savoring the sweet nectar taste of her mouth.

I felt the briefest attempt of withdraw from her, but my hand full of hair kept her in place until the desire overcame her as well as she fell into me. The kiss lingered like the hug that still continued. Raw passion flowed like a rain swollen river in a much too narrow gorge. My right hand moved to her left hip pulling her against me so that she could feel what she was doing to me.

I broke the kiss off then pulling her head back to look into her eyes so the truth could be seen by both of us. I gave her a quick peck barely brushing her lips with mine, then a slow lick with the point of my tongue starting at the base of her lower lip and stopping on the upper never taking my eyes out contact with hers. I moved my left hand so that I was cupping the right side of her neck and jaw tenderly.

Her arms under mine bent at a ninety degree angle with her hands on my shoulder blades pulled me into another kiss, long and lingering educating me to her delicate side. It’s the part of a woman that she keeps hidden to most and was sharing it with me; I felt honored.

I did not want to leave but this was a good-bye and I didn’t have a choice. We ebbed back then, I could feel my legs shaking slightly, knees ready to give way, but I held fast and finished our farewell in a friendship hug. Hurry back she whispered softly into my soul. I turned a left without another look back.


As we looked at each other in that flash of a second I kept my arms where they were and leaned in kissing her on the cheek as she did the same. I breathed in the essence of her in that tender moment of our last hug for awhile. I turned then and left her, waving fare-thee-well as I left.

As I drove away in the dark I felt something different within me. My younger me would have taken the chance, would have stepped to the edge; but the more mature me, the one who is charge now did the right thing. The young me will probably blindside the mature me the next time just to get his way….

Or the alarm clock will save the day again…to keep me straight.

Peace

The Meal will have to do...

The Meal will have to do


My mind is currently elsewhere, thoughts are fixed on memories of my cousin and his passing. Of what that means to Heaven, Humanity, and Family. This is not the time for me to write a story of him, emotion is to raw right now. But rest assured it’s forming ever so slowly and making me smile as it comes instead of the moisture that now leaks from my eyes.

So tonight I created a meal in his honor and served it on a table set the way he would have done it. Nice linen, silverware, water goblets, wine glasses, two scented candles in the middle of the table casting a warm glow around the dinning room.

I dressed for the occasion, tan pants with matching socks, dark brown Hawaiian patterned shirt, and slippers. I was comfortable and looked nice. I put on my apron and started creating.

The appetizer consisted of oven warmed crusted bread with slits diagonally across the top to let the herbed butter have access. Lobster Bisque not from a can or pre-made for convenience. Fresh ingredients put together by hand brought together in a boil then covered to thicken.

Main entrée Sea Scallops lightly dusted with ground spices seared in a cast iron skillet with a breath of olive oil so the outside was crusted and the inside warm and moist.

The Sea Scallops were kept company by a whipped Sweet Potato topped with a mixture of butter, Ohio honey, and ground cinnamon along with steamed Brussel Sprouts tossed with herbed butter presented in a separate dish to avoid trapped moisture butter combination spreading across the plate.

I set the table for one, poured myself a glass of German Ice Wine, the water was already poured. I had four other chairs around the table, one for each of the male Hunkers that were alive when I was born, Jim, John, Don (Dad), and finally Bob. I am the last.

I made a short prayer to God for all the wonders I have witnessed and the joys I have felt. I raised my wine glass to the missing thanking them for staying with me in the past and paving the way to my future.

It was a fine evening meal and for right now it was the least I could do.

God Bless you all


Peace