Tuesday, June 16, 2009

The Frangiapani : A love letter



Sometimes I wish we stayed on the island where we honeymooned and bought that bed and breakfast, you remember, the Frangiapani. But when we found that fresh water was hard to come by, and was imported from a farther shore, and that the mountains were not movable and made construction slow... it seemed a daunting task... so we forgot to want it any more. How I loved you then.

And we sailed away for many days on surreal green seas as our bodies swam in foreign water hotter than refreshing. Playing scrabble and listening to the transistor radio spit out flickerings of far away cricket games. Drinking beer under an impossibly starry sky. I held you fast and hoped the universe couldn't see the love, because I knew a jealous universe would take you for her own.

We laughed on tennis courts where your nonathletic bride showed off a surprise skill. We ran around the cliffs like children and pretended to find one another even though we weren't lost. I was never lost with you. You define found.

All these years and children later. All these days of hard work and harder love. All the effort and the time well spent can't take the wish away from me. The secret wish I harbor still, the what if, and what would be...

If we had stayed on the island where we honeymooned and bought the Frangiapani.

8 comments:

  1. if you had stayed you wouldn't have been able to hear the sounds of saturday lawn mowing and sunny morning piper cubs...then again...! hey it all happens for a reason, these are my agnostic/catholic words of wisdom for you...don't stray off the path and step on the fucking butterfly!!!!

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  2. Garden witch: How I love thee.

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  3. Suzanne that was beautiful. That's all. Beautiful.

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  4. This is so achingly lovely in the way you painted the environment and emotion, I almost feel as if I found and lost this dream, too. "We ran around the cliffs like children and pretended to find one another even though we weren't lost." Wonderful writing.

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  5. Thanks guys! I always hesitate to litter my blog with prose, but am happy when I do it.
    ~S

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  6. We love prose! At least I do :) And this piece is especially lovely. I love, "drinking beer under an impossibly starry sky." I don't even like beer, but you make it sounds so romantic ♥

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  7. This isn't littered prose. It's lovely. It's achingly lovely. And there are about a thousand adverbs in that one sentence. Ugh. Sorry.

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  8. Thanks! It is getting easier to put these things out here with all of your support. Really.

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