It was Charleston in the fall, no other bodies there to bend the - TopicsExpress



          

It was Charleston in the fall, no other bodies there to bend the energy, just you and me (us…we), begetting child-free memories to own. The hotel reeked of history and old rugs, water weeping from the walls, halls filigreed in shades of ochre, overlaid with stains of brown. Our bed, four-postered, coverlet of lace, commode beside, was dignified by carved vitrine; replete with nicks, knickknacks, dust tracks and violets––the velvet ones, with tales to tell. It drew us into sweetness, thick as warm molasses corked in clay jugs, fading red to pink, the stink of slave market graced now by art and flowers. We walked for hours.
Posted on: Thu, 12 Sep 2013 04:13:48 +0000

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