Stop in the name of love
It’s hard to believe that a few years ago I was writing about T biting my lips and this new found love of mine. It seems like we’ve lived a thousand lives since that Mardi Gras day I met her in front of Mimi’s, dressed like a Peruvian cowgirl and me a red angel. My brother had come in town for the events of last weekend and stayed at a time share property that he and his wife own. Since they were only using it for the weekend, they gave us the key. It’s located in the French Quarter and has a huge balcony with wrought iron furniture and is near just about everything.
We went there last night, just T and I, to have a get away, a tryst, a chance for some one on one. It’s amazing how we stepped out of this life of ours the moment we entered the place and became the lovers we were those thousand years ago. All it took was an opportunity to leave our cares and troubles behind and go downtown. We hung out on the balcony watching all the noise and goings on of the Quarter. We enjoyed a bottle of St. Clement Star Cabernet. We brought our own tunes and listened to everything from Barry White to Amos Lee. And we found love again.
There is something about chemistry that explains away everything. It explains how you can go through the dull routine of the day like your life is Groundhog Day the movie, and not lose sight of each other. Chemistry is what waits patiently for the opportunity when you can shut the world out and find each other again.
There in the span of three hours, I fell in love again.
I highly recommend stopping the world, so love can get on.
June 4th, 2010 at 2:42 pm
Good to “get downtown” once in awhile! Petula Clark sang about it in the ’60s and made quite a name for herself. Glad you had the opportunity to get away and rekindle.
June 5th, 2010 at 4:33 pm
I was thinking about you both as I wrote it with your anniversary behind you – there is something so wonderful about having all those years between you. I can’t remember the author’s name, maybe Grace Paley, but she wrote of the look between old lovers across a room where one glance sums up a lifetime. I was thinking of Petunia Clark when I wrote that – downtown, everything’s better.