As the afternoon sun drops lower, the timbre of the light deepens, throwing a soft golden blanket over the two of us. All I want now is for her to sleep while I stay with her under a summer sun that settles on the horizon without ever dissolving into the ocean.
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6 responses to “A woman on the riverbank in repose”
Hey Kevino! I left a message months ago. What gives?
F/ your’re beautiful writing it appears you are enjoying summer in Argentina. I like your artistic developments. Keep on keeping on.
Un abraza fuerta,
Sharon
Yes, Sharona, I will keep on keeping on. I hope I can get to Boulder this next year to see you. Besos! Kevin
Most words in the story are of a physical nature and , it is no wonder that it should be like that as A Woman On the Riverbank in Repose is about the communion of two bodies which, after a moment of extasis, are now in repose. However, the story is much more than physical contact. We have reasons to suppose the man looks at the woman lovingly. Only a loving man can look at a woman with so much dedication trying to interpret her reflexes , like the unconcious smile. Only a man in love wishes her lips could reach him before she wakes up.
Adrian, many thanks for your thoughtful comments. It is fascinating to see how one’s writings come back to you, through another person’s lens.
All the best!
Kevin
Thank you for your stories. One cannot help identifying with some of these feelings so well expressed,and so beautifully read. It’s a privilege to receive your newsletter. I’m going to Pumta in a few days and will put together the golden beach moments with your lines.For learners of English this column is a great linguistic experience.
Was that a timeless moment in whatever dimension it occurred Kevin?
I’d rather be the egret though……
Gracias por la belleza de tus palabras.
Chebrazos,