Tuesday, June 26, 2012

The Girl at the Espresso Shop


Patchouli scented airwaves, naturally
pushed their serenity upon
the blight that dyes the blood-beating
drone of rain—where elementary plucking
politely accompanied the cacophony
of drum fodder originally
fashioned for this brittle child who, somehow,
briefly stole my heart during
that summer I spent vacationing at the smallest
of the least popular Sandalwood resorts.

I forgot all about that precious child, until this afternoon,
where I saw this Artistic-flavored hippie chick, who reminded
me of that brittle girl I’d internally obsessed over, for each of the
14 nights I’d spent unplugged many, many year’s prior.

Conveniently, she sat, sipping a caramel
espresso at the tiny cafe annexed between
the herbal market and the yoga palace, which just so
happens to double as a karaoke/singles bar on
both Thursday and Friday nights.

Through opium contoured designations, I peered, as inconspicuously as possible, at the hippie girl, while she continued her torturously slow sipping, upon that beautifully delicate, bluish-white demitasse cup—and after removing her lips, in painstakingly slow regards, I could feel the serum pulsating through me then and there—all this occurring moments before I had the privilege to take notice, as to how her raspberry gloss had redecorated the fragile cup’s design.

For what seemed like hours—time seemed to linger, wafting enchantingly through the salted air—

This, of course, was nothing but an approximation, as there really wasn’t anyway I could have located the precise expenditure of time—for I haven’t wore a watch in roughly twenty years, my cell-phone’s battery had given up on me moments before I caught the first glimpse of this wonderfully exquisite sight, and the only wall clock was positioned behind me—and while I certainly, with ease I might add, could’ve turned around and examined the hour and minute hands to know for sure—the truth of the matter is that I, in supreme stalker mode fashion, never veered my gaze from this wonderfully fascinating breath of fresh light.  By the end of the afternoon I fully understood ever inch of the rose painted sundress this girl wore so very well.


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15 comments:

  1. mmm nice...met a girl one summer from Eden, NC...can still see her face now that you mention it...and the week and a half spent by the lake...love the detail you bring her back in...

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  2. smiles...just love how you paint her for us...in thoughtful, colored lines and i swear i even smelled that caramel espresso...

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  3. breathtakingly beautiful Fred - felt the total captivation of this pure beauty - felt how you drank in every inch and every pore -'ever veered my gaze from this wonderfully fascinating breath of fresh light. By the end of the afternoon I fully understood ever inch of the rose painted sundress this girl wore so very well.'- sublime - Lib

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  4. Oooo..it sounds like she was a dream boat. She seems to have certainly floated yours :)
    Very nice read Fred!

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  5. This was a fun one Fred, morphing forms as it went along, first lyric and philosophical, a bit nostalgic, then becoming illustrative of the obsessive in paragraph form--how the past gains its own life in our minds. Loved it.

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  6. Sounds like your own gawker moment haha laughed at the stalker remark. But nothing wrong with looking. As long as it is in public lol...no watch in years either. Geez.

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  7. Now, that is some summer. You have so charmingly lifted us from here to there to let us into a world where love is so young and fresh and open to every molecule of passion and light. You so immersed yourself in the object of your contemplation and desire that even now you remember her, a truly poetic soul's employment. I very much enjoyed this, as it reminded me so much of the joys that summer and girls once had for me! :)

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  8. Beautiful without being over sentimental nor so closely looking into the details that it came across as creepy. :) Like the way it lingers on her action -- sipping the caramel expresso. Put us behind the narrator's eyes, hear his thoughts.

    Greatly enjoyed!

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  9. a nice slice of life here fred.
    some well rendered inner workings
    interposed with sweet description
    and nostalgic intuition and its influence
    over the present as comprehension...

    but most of all - i liked

    the obsession :D

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  10. Love all the details you give us here.... I can smell the espresso. :)

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  11. I love that girl. :) These are my favorites:

    "the blight that dyes the blood-beating
    drone of rain"

    "originally
    fashioned for this brittle child"

    "Artistic-flavored hippie chick"

    "caramel
    espresso" ... caramel macchiato is my fave :)

    "opium contoured designations"

    "torturously slow sipping"

    "supreme stalker mode"

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  12. I agree with Ravenblack. Very nicely observed and described with a sense of time passing.

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  13. i love this line:

    elementary plucking
    politely accompanied the cacophony
    of drum fodder

    this is really funny:

    cafe annexed between
    the herbal market and the yoga palace, which just so
    happens to double as a karaoke/singles bar

    lots of great descriptions and imagery, such as

    torturously slow sipping, upon that beautifully delicate, bluish-white demitasse cup

    this makes the dress seem like a work of art in a museum that ones stops and stares at...

    By the end of the afternoon I fully understood ever inch of the rose painted sundress this girl wore so very well.

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  14. Mmmmm a yummy little trip you took my mind on. Thank you.

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  15. '...how her raspberry gloss had redecorated the fragile cup’s design.
    While I enjoyed this whole adventure - the above was my favorite line.
    I finally joined the fun...Here:
    http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/06/rm-mm-21-elfje-trio-melding.html

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