"Come with me," she said, her voice strangely full of unspoken promises and mischieviousness that both frightened and lured Ed to hold her hand she held out to him and follow her lead, deeper into the sunflower patch.
As they walked further in, the surroundings of leaves on thick stalks grew heavier, the soft, large petals brushing Ed's arm and, occasionally, his neck. The sunflowers, this far in, were tallest, and shadows from the large circles of seeds and yellow petals above them grew more and more overwhelming.
And then they were there, in the center.
She layed herself down on the soft, warm earth, underneath the dozens and dozens of sunflowers surrounding them. He knelt down beside her, and she put onto him the headphones and said "Stand back up, and just listen," and so Ed did.
She took his right foot, pulled up her shirt, and took off his shoe and sock, which she put arm's length away, between two sunflower stalks the size of Ed's wrist. Taking his bare foot, she placed it upon her breast. "Can you feel my heart?" she asked.
Ed nodded.
"Ok, press play," she said, and music filled his ears as her left hand held his foot to her heart, and her right hand moved towards her white, loose, elastic-waisted pants, a gentle pull down and uplifted bottom, she revealed to him a sensual patch of soft, dark hairs, almost in the shape of a heart, and her fingertips were slowly moving around in a back and forth motion.
Ed could feel her heart beating faster, from the bottom of his foot, the tips of his toes resonating each beat, and the feelings went up his ankles, up his thighs, and got beyond warm, beyond blood rushing.
Her lips were open, and she was watching Ed at times, and at other times closing her eyes and, with raised eyebrows, seemed to be reaching places inside herself that Ed was sure were peaceful. It sure looked like it was peaceful, until she opened her mouth wider and her heart almost seemed to slow down, stop and then pound with such fierceness that Ed worried she was going to die right there in front of him.
Her knees came up, Ed knelt down, and not knowing what to do or say, kissed her on the lips. She grabbed at him hungrily, and started to pull at his clothes. "I'm not sure what to do," Ed said, as he took off the headphones and placed them down beside her, while helping her with his shirt and pants.
"I'll show you," she said.
Ed let her show him. And it was during a moment, just moments later, as the hum of bees above them became a harmony of pollination, and as the sunlight moved slightly past two large sunflower heads and danced upon Anarchy Girl's eyes, and as Ed felt himself digging and seeding, growing and coming into life, lifting and rising as high as sunflowers go, feeling the warmth of the sun in shady spots, being saturated with her rain, seeds inside himself falling to the ground to replant, replenish, rebirth... he let out a long, sad cry of clarity and strength, replenished, filled up completely and at the same time absolutely absolved, and very exhausted.
Posted by nft at January 22, 2006 12:27 PM