Sunday, January 29, 2006

ritual offering to the value of surprise

What I remember.
The line of your back, speaking to me. You know what it says, though I haven't told you. The curve of your leg, from afar. Solid, I think. Solid.

What I know.
The sound of your voice. Anywhere. The sound of your silence. Every word you never said. How to play.

What I imagine.
My hand, fingernails like pomegranate seeds, splayed across your stomach, rising and falling with each sleeping breath.

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posted by Jill at 2:43 PM

18 Comments:

  • Pomegranate seeds, hmm?

    By Blogger -J, At Sun Jan 29, 05:41:00 PM 2006  

  • Very sensual, Jill. I particularly like "Every word you never said."

    By Blogger ChickyBabe, At Sun Jan 29, 06:11:00 PM 2006  

  • Very nice.
    Pomegranate seeds though? I haven't had them in ages, damn I may be getting a bizarre craving right now......

    By Blogger trueborn, At Sun Jan 29, 06:41:00 PM 2006  

  • *sigh* I love the senses you evoke through words. :)

    By Blogger Steph, At Sun Jan 29, 08:26:00 PM 2006  

  • by the bowlful

    By Blogger at the Lake, At Sun Jan 29, 08:37:00 PM 2006  

  • How to play.

    That's the one that gets me. So many ways to read that. Which game? What kind of play? Funny, but I'm always thinking it's the wrong kind and the wrong way. But, I think that's more me and my headspace than what you wrote.
    Still....

    By Anonymous Network Geek, At Sun Jan 29, 10:59:00 PM 2006  

  • Yes, -J, pomegranate seeds.

    CB, are you familiar with that feeling? The muse is open for business.

    Thanks, Trueborn. I'm having a bizarre craving myself.

    You always make me feel good, Steph!

    Oh yes, at the lake. by. the. bowlful.

    By Blogger Jill, At Sun Jan 29, 11:06:00 PM 2006  

  • Geek, playing is all in good fun and with much affection. Don't you worry.

    By Blogger Jill, At Sun Jan 29, 11:31:00 PM 2006  

  • Wait. You haven't heard my voice yet?

    By Blogger Claven, At Mon Jan 30, 12:28:00 AM 2006  

  • I love pomegranate seeds. And I love how you wrote this. Sigh. Romantical.

    By Blogger Amber, At Mon Jan 30, 08:48:00 AM 2006  

  • I love pomegranate seeds.

    Well, I mean, I used to just like them. My cousin had a pomegranate tree in his yard, and I used to get them and eat them. Everyone else hated them, but I liked them.

    Now, after reading this, I love them.

    And when I say them...

    Hello, Jill.

    By Blogger scott, At Mon Jan 30, 09:45:00 AM 2006  

  • Darnit, Claven, I knew I'd gotten something wrong. I guess the voice thing should have been under "What I imagine." ;) ('cause, you know, you do have those sexy legs and all...)

    I'll sigh with you, Amber, but not over my own writing, you understand. {Sigh}

    Hello, Scott. Glad I could bring more love to the pomegranates of the world. They just want to be loved. Is that so wrong?

    By Blogger Jill, At Mon Jan 30, 10:56:00 AM 2006  

  • Very much so, for they are often "said" in my imaginaion.

    By Blogger ChickyBabe, At Mon Jan 30, 08:00:00 PM 2006  

  • Just checked. Damn things aren't in season. . .

    By Blogger Popeye, At Mon Jan 30, 09:11:00 PM 2006  

  • It occurred to me that pomegranates have been used in Middle Eastern mysticism to represent, well, all sorts of things, but mainly wisdom and the passing on of secrets. For instance there's a book about the Kabbala by Israel Regardie called Garden of Pomegranates.

    I know that related somehow, but I thought of that this morning and, well, it was a long day at work....
    Did I mention you have nice gams, Doll?

    By Anonymous Network Geek, At Mon Jan 30, 09:40:00 PM 2006  

  • CB: me too.

    Darn it, Popeye. I feel personally responsible. Like when I put up that post about Ben & Jerry's that inspired Egan to go out and eat an entire pint of Chubby Hubby. Or was it Chunky Monkey?

    Yes, Geek, I think you mentioned it! ;) And linguistically speaking, the apple in the Garden of Eden should have been translated as pomegranate, I believe. So that just brings a whole new (and interesting) set of connotations to the table.

    By Blogger Jill, At Mon Jan 30, 10:10:00 PM 2006  

  • Awesome. Simply awesome.

    By Blogger Marissa, At Mon Jan 30, 10:42:00 PM 2006  

  • :) You make me feel fabulous with your compliments, Marissa!

    By Blogger Jill, At Tue Jan 31, 12:13:00 AM 2006  

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