Michael, the quiet and reserved sixth-former at college was tolerated by the boys, being a worthy goal-keeper in their soccer team. Girls saw him differently, rating him tops in good looks and charm and dreaming of him as most likely to succeed as donor father to their as yet only dreamed of children. Despite their best efforts, none succeeded in gaining his attention and were dismissed with a fleeting smile. Visible but unattainable, Michael with the aura of a living Oscar, remained a delectable but distant figure. By the middle of term two sights were lowered, any male, ready, able and willing was seen as desirable. Hasty perhaps, as feminine intuition may or may not have let them down.
A movement, quivering for some time in Michael’s most secret place, began a gradual agitation to volcano status. Despite his best efforts, even with his mind in neutral, his body would take over, embarrassing him when in public, frequently and without warning, the location of its trigger to gain control eluded him.
However, at other times delightfully suggestive femininity surrounding him brought a higher impetus to play. Then, as if a door had opened in his mind, sonnets in homage to their loveliness would flow from his pen, sensuous and beautiful and waiting to be shared.
Until Kumiko arrived, softening the blue of his heaven and all other hues as well. Divided attention saw him replaced as goal-keeper but he’d gained a partner for the mid-term ball. Michael’s gift to her, discovered and purchased via the internet, came from Kumiko’s own country, Japan.
She took a moment to use it and there on the dance-floor they shared their first taste of tengokuno kutizuke, a lipstick rightly named ‘the kiss of heaven’.
And I’m assured that sharing such distant flavours is just divine.
Dennis Crompton © 2000
(first published www.denniscrompton.wordpress.com 2013)
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