By too far near echo kiss, by shadow scented sigh, so is the present often cast by passion from the past... even in the sweet fall air of Arbor Cafe'...
"Taylor, please try to grasp," slow to speak, Kyle measured each word, "Taylor, you are beyond beautiful, but," Kyle took breath, could not finish sentence, drank in the smooth Calabrese olive skin of her perfect oval face.
"But?" Taylor slightly turned, tilted side of pretty face, with lithe fingers swept light brown, almost blond hair behind ear, exposed graceful neck.
Kyle near stopped breathing, croaked, "But it is too soon for me to feel feelings."
"Too soon to feel feelings? Kyle, you are my best bud. Do you not remember helping me through the toughest three years of my life, after my Tommie, my precious husband passed away?"
"Exactly," Kyle nodded, "best friends, and I do not want that to change."
Taylor narrowed olive eyes, "If I were not a Christian lady, I'd say what the hell is wrong with you, Kyle? That woman you were married to was no wife. She ran off with your divorce lawyer to Piedmont, of all places, over five years ago. The woman is diabolical. She is not coming back, Kyle. And yes, I said hell, because it is hell's intention to chain you to the past. I pray the shackle be broken, your eyes be open."
The widened eyes of eavesdropping Arbor Cafe' patrons cast those 'oops, this is going to get good look' at one another; while Kyle, well Kyle just sat there flustered amid Taylor allure and Taylor truth and ex-wife of aghast past.
Taylor propped both elbows on petite cafe' table. With palms under chin and fingers framing face, invited, "Kyle, the time is now. Do not let these lips go unattended." Taylor moved palms to table top, leaned forward. puckered up, waited.
Like the flag at half mast, Kyle's eyelids lowered, betrayed heart still tied to lingering echo, and he said, more bled, "Sweet Taylor, you are precious to me; but the kiss... carries risk."
Taylor lips passed from pucker to tremble, breathed, "Kiss me... and keep your friend forever..." A purest tear welled, fell... from light of olive eye.
With palm Kyle cupped her face. With thumb he caressed that tear neath olive eye, and he near cried, said, "Forever be our light, like the oil of lamp pierces night..."
"...And guide our blessed exodus from chains of the past, dear Jesus." Taylor breathed no shadow, but fresh scented sigh.
And as friends' lips found each other... shadow of echo kiss ebbed away... in the oil of olive light...
Are you too far near... the distant past of echo kiss...
Ask Jesus into your heart... and find the light...
Isaiah 42:6-7; Exodus 27:20-21: John 8:1-2 & 8:12 (the meaning of this little story)
From slavery to promised land... read the true and fascinating book of Exodus in the Holy Bible. You will be blessed.
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