Victor lay beside me in bed, his tall lean body draped carelessly by the white sheets.
I laughed. "If I changed my 'pagan ways' I wouldn't be me, now would I?"
He sighed, running his fingers through my red hair. "I mean it Juno. I'll be finished with the seminary soon. Greek Orthodox priests are allowed to be married, and it would be good for me to have a wife who could help me in my work. "
Victor had recently left his job of many years in city government to become a seminary student. We had been friends for a long time and used to have long debates on history, philosophy and religion, gleefully playing devil's advocate with each other. Then one night he brought over a bottle of Grand Mariner and . . . well . . . let's just say that the relationship took an interesting turn.
I had never been involved with a man who was about to be a priest before, and my 'pagan ways,' as he put it, made me forbidden territory to him. The sex was intense.
I made a face at him. "I would make a terrible pastor's wife, and you know it. I'd turn them all into a bunch of Gnostics."
A breeze blew in from the window, and we watched as the sheer white curtains transformed into dancing ghosts.
"Sometimes I think I was born in the wrong century," Victor said thoughtfully. "I might have been a monk, working on illuminating a religious manuscript in some old abbey."
"What would I have been?" I wondered.
"You," he sniffed disapprovingly, "would have been one of those poor peasants who kissed their hand to the moon."
I lifted my hand and blew a kiss.
He shook his head. "Not like that. They used to kiss the back of their hand like this while they reached for the moon at the same time."
I sat up, fascinated. "That's beautiful!"
"What?" Victor looked startled. His history lesson was not going as planned.
"That's beautiful. There's a passion and sweetness and a kind of longing to it. It's sort of like making love to the moon, reaching to pull it close and kiss it at the same time."
He groaned. "Here we go!"
I ignored him. I had returned to my first love.
I gently kissed the back of my hand and reached out to the full moon.
8 comments:
That is a great post. I can feel the love and tension between the two of you. Very intimate. I hope he can get through the difference and see that love conquers.
The truth is, Jesus Christ loves you both and wants desperately for you both to come running to Him.. so much so that He died to save you (us all) from your sins. "I tell you the truth, whoever hears my Word and believes Him who sent Me has eternal life and will not be condemned; he has crossed over from death to life." John 5:24-- THAT's an awesome promise. Come to Him!
This scene actually took place in the early nineties. Since that time, V has married a lovely woman and the two of them have retired out west together where he pursues his scholarly studies and writes religious essays. We're still friends.
I've so loved reading your exquisite, insightful posts. Thanks for for the inspirations.
Thank you so much for visiting my blog and leaving a comment. That allowed me to find you and read such a beautiful story, one so full of romance, passion, and hope. I will visit you again and I hope to see you around AlwaysVictoria again as well.
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Thanks for stopping by my blog. I like your writing. Do you have a book out?
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Thanks for visiting and commenting at the Damp Dog. I thoroughly enjoyed this post. Look forward to more! ;)
Oh I loved this !!! And the one before as well... how very, very interesting!
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