Steven Hunley
11-10-2013, 07:52 PM
Thai Chicken
At Street Side Thai Kitchen he orders Thai Chicken and she orders Sweet Basil Eggplant. They both opt for wine.
He’s doing his best to remain calm and cool but facing this much beauty isn’t easy.
When she talks, when she relaxes and expresses herself, her wonderful face brings forth emotions so readable they exceed his already-too-flattering descriptions.
It’s a battle for his consciousness as to which to give priority to, the words she utters or the shades of meanings expressed by her face. And her hair, he never saw a woman wear salt and pepper so haute couture, and right now it’s curving under her chin from both sides, in an angelic fashion, delicate and wing like, framing her beaming features like a Madonna. And he remembers during the hug, crushing her hair's feminine good-smelling softness to give her an almost paternal kiss hello on the cheek.
He can’t manage to hold his chopsticks straight. Tonight her flawless beauty vies for his attention. And all the time he’s listening to her, all the time he’s seeing her image, he’s stuffing his face with Thai Chicken with Lime Cream Sauce and she’s dining delectably on Sweet Basil Eggplant. She would have eggplant, since just being with her plants seeds in his mind. Oh Jeez, those thoughts. They drive him crazy. Her seductive image, the sound of her voice, the exotic sweet creamy taste in his mouth, so nourishing, so satisfying, the whole experience is reminiscent of …well…you know. Well maybe it isn't, but it's the next best thing.
She asks demurely if he minds her fingers getting in the tart cucumber sauce. He doesn't mind. He wants them in the sweet peanut butter sauce too. He desires to see her lovely French-tipped nails and fingertips drenched in every savory sauce on the planet for God's sake. She goes on to innocently explain the Fabrolls, their make up, their composition.
The ingredients go in one ear and out the other. But the exquisite mouth that mouthed them is imprinted on his brain forever, searing his consciousness like a flaming branding iron.
The whole dinner is spiced by her conversation. Who would have thought a Thai dinner needed spice? He didn’t. He didn’t think she had it in her. He never imagined! The best things in life exceed even his writer's imagination.
Oh, no, looks like he was wrong. He underestimated her caliber, and forgot that dynamite came in small packages. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a quote from F. Scott pops into his head and only because he’s just read The Beautiful and the Damned, and only because it fits exactly upon this occasion and so precisely upon this particular woman in this particular light.
“She was dazzling- alight; it was agony to comprehend her beauty in a glance.”
Good old F. Scott anyway, the guy could express unadulterated elegance with mere words.
Describing Gloria in The Beautiful and the Damned was easy for F. Scott and he had it down. For the Thai Chicken with Lime Cream Sauce eater describing the Sweet Basil Eggplant eater was a challenge.
For me describing you? My Darling, words fail.
©Steven Hunley 2013
At Street Side Thai Kitchen he orders Thai Chicken and she orders Sweet Basil Eggplant. They both opt for wine.
He’s doing his best to remain calm and cool but facing this much beauty isn’t easy.
When she talks, when she relaxes and expresses herself, her wonderful face brings forth emotions so readable they exceed his already-too-flattering descriptions.
It’s a battle for his consciousness as to which to give priority to, the words she utters or the shades of meanings expressed by her face. And her hair, he never saw a woman wear salt and pepper so haute couture, and right now it’s curving under her chin from both sides, in an angelic fashion, delicate and wing like, framing her beaming features like a Madonna. And he remembers during the hug, crushing her hair's feminine good-smelling softness to give her an almost paternal kiss hello on the cheek.
He can’t manage to hold his chopsticks straight. Tonight her flawless beauty vies for his attention. And all the time he’s listening to her, all the time he’s seeing her image, he’s stuffing his face with Thai Chicken with Lime Cream Sauce and she’s dining delectably on Sweet Basil Eggplant. She would have eggplant, since just being with her plants seeds in his mind. Oh Jeez, those thoughts. They drive him crazy. Her seductive image, the sound of her voice, the exotic sweet creamy taste in his mouth, so nourishing, so satisfying, the whole experience is reminiscent of …well…you know. Well maybe it isn't, but it's the next best thing.
She asks demurely if he minds her fingers getting in the tart cucumber sauce. He doesn't mind. He wants them in the sweet peanut butter sauce too. He desires to see her lovely French-tipped nails and fingertips drenched in every savory sauce on the planet for God's sake. She goes on to innocently explain the Fabrolls, their make up, their composition.
The ingredients go in one ear and out the other. But the exquisite mouth that mouthed them is imprinted on his brain forever, searing his consciousness like a flaming branding iron.
The whole dinner is spiced by her conversation. Who would have thought a Thai dinner needed spice? He didn’t. He didn’t think she had it in her. He never imagined! The best things in life exceed even his writer's imagination.
Oh, no, looks like he was wrong. He underestimated her caliber, and forgot that dynamite came in small packages. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a quote from F. Scott pops into his head and only because he’s just read The Beautiful and the Damned, and only because it fits exactly upon this occasion and so precisely upon this particular woman in this particular light.
“She was dazzling- alight; it was agony to comprehend her beauty in a glance.”
Good old F. Scott anyway, the guy could express unadulterated elegance with mere words.
Describing Gloria in The Beautiful and the Damned was easy for F. Scott and he had it down. For the Thai Chicken with Lime Cream Sauce eater describing the Sweet Basil Eggplant eater was a challenge.
For me describing you? My Darling, words fail.
©Steven Hunley 2013