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Pour Elle Qui Peut-Etre L'uneAmbling together toward the half-moon Fountain of Apollo...on our way to the glade by the mile-long Grand Canal, we walked arm in arm....kissing and touching....and completely putting the French to shame for their being so affectionately reserved.
Ambling, because there was no place else on earth either of us wished, or needed, to be. No one else, in either of our lives, ever, that we wanted more. It was fortunate that there wasn't any hurry, considering that we seemed to stop every few steps for more completely focused affection than was possible while we walked. Even the blasé locals noticed us. Some stared and a few even smiled. One matronly woman, her hair wrapped in a scarf and pushing twins in a pram, slowed to a near stop as she passed us, declaring with both confidence and broken English, "Absolument, your ancestors, they were francais, no?" "Absolument," we told her twice in laughing unison. The second time both of us stressing every syllable of the word way beyond any possible accuracy. Convinced for that day, that everyone must truly be French. Twinkling eyes, and a genuine smile, were given back by the woman in return for our attempt at her language. Commenting softly as she pushed her stroller past us, "Les plaisirs d'amour." Laying beside one another on the lush, cool, green grass by the canal on that late summer afternoon, we finally rested after our explorations of the famous Chateau at Versailles, just outside Paris. The sun's warmth, the scent of freshly cut hay mixed with a cacophony of a dozen languages spoken by those passing by us.....all of it providing the background music and perfect ambiance for the coronation that was about to begin. You rolled over to face me, asking in unison with the most contented of smiles, "Has there possibly ever been any other couple on earth as much in love as us?" "Maybe, just one" was my pensive, too honest answer. "Someone I was just thinking of exactly when you asked that question." The dozen emotions that flowed from your soul through your eyes moved me to quickly, softly, touch your lips with my fingertips, eliciting my quiet reassurance, "No, angel....it wasn't some past lover." "Where I used to live, there was this old couple, from somewhere in Europe, who were probably in their late 70s. They would come out to the pool sometimes when I was there. He was a little frail and she would help steady him down the steps into the heated pool." "But once in the water, his frailty seemed to evaporate....and he would carry her around....her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs around his hips.....like they were slow-dancing....through the warm, waist-deep water....with both of them kissing and whispering and laughing the whole time. It was always the same, every time I saw them. Just like they were in a world to themselves. Just like two teenagers."
"One day, I asked them how long they had been together. 'Fifty one fantastic, incredible, wonderful, close-to-perfect years,' was the man's smiling, heavily accented response." "And every New Year we share really IS the best, ever," was her follow up, first looking at me, then looking at her husband. "It may have been an often-practiced answer to all like me who asked that same question. But the way they looked at each other, the way they squeezed each other's hands, made it obvious that both totally felt and believed their every word. Almost as if each recitation was a genuine and mutual reaffirmation of vows made long ago. Almost like each time they heard that same question, it reminded them to pause and remember and reflect on how wonderful their life together had been, so far." "About a year after that, she had a stroke. But it didn't stop them. He, and the woman's nurse, would help her out of the wheelchair, into the water at the steps of the pool. And, just like before, he would carry her around in his arms in the warm, waist-deep water. Still laughing together. Still kissing. Still slow-dancing. Like they were in a world to themselves. Still sharing happily ever after. No matter what." The story touched you in the same way that knowing them had affected me. I kissed and held you in my arms when tears welled and flowed from your eyes that day by the canal at Versailles. Holding on tightly. You whispering to me, "That's what I want. What I've always wanted. What I want with you." "Ever since I met them, they've represented the closest thing to happily ever after I've ever seen. I guess that's what I've been searching for....for so long. Looking for someone who would understand, and want to share in real life, that kind of never-ending enchantment. Looking....until I found you." Your eyes, like always, told me all that was in your heart....everything you were feeling....everything you were wanting. Now. And, ever after. Your smile returned with a growing sense of joy. Wanting to get even closer than you were, you rolled me onto my back and straddled me saying, between kisses, "Maybe that old couple was French and once laid upon this very same bank at Versailles. Telling each other the same kinds of things, in their day, what we've told each other today. Maybe, in their day, they were King and Queen of all we see here...just like we are today."
Bending down, kissing one another, in the French fashion on both cheeks, we insured, between our laughter, that our dual coronation was completely official in our adopted sovereign land. Laying on our sides on that so very lush, green grass, we faced one another and practiced the language of our new realm. Beginning with the basics of, "Je, tu, il, elle, nous, vous.", before moving on to other, more interesting nouns. Each of us grabbing the pocket dictionary and rapidly looking up the good words before finally tossing the useless reference onto the ground beside us. Deciding that our hands were better occupied by touching parts of one another's bodies as our scholarly explorations turned both more animated and anatomical. No longer really caring about the names of anything in any language. Our French lesson was now recited and practiced only with our mouths....our arms, our hands, even our legs were otherwise occupied....our non-stop kissing and laughing muffling futile enunciations......our kisses, again, doing to us both what they had always done before...ever since that first one that we had shared in a distant doorway.....far removed from the green glade we now laid upon. And, like always, our kisses required of us both a more total closeness.....and complete, unbridled intimacy. Both of us had to get closer than even the French would understand. You moved first, rolling over on top of me...straddling me, again.....this time with your face close to mine. Our eyes took over our conversation, interweaving all of our multiple threads of thought with total fluency. Eye-words telling us both everything so much faster and more completely, than French, or any other language could convey. Volumes about love, desire, need, passion and unconditional surrender were all accurately translated between us at the speed of light that late afternoon on the banks of a canal at Versailles. Our eyes yielded to the higher need for
more kisses while our bodies, our hips, responded, in perfect time, to the slow
dance of our mouths. You pulled back long enough from our kisses for your eyes
to tell me everything you wanted......how you needed enough privacy for all
those wants...and that we needed more privacy than what was offered by the open
glade. Your eyes telling me that we needed enough privacy to consume one another......now. My arms encircled you, and in one flowing motion, our positions were reversed, again. This time, with me on top of you, my legs between yours. Our mutual, mischievous grins signaled the start of our libidinal quest. I knelt, stood and gently pulled you up with both hands. We began fast-walking through the woods that had been directly behind us at the glade, our fingers interlaced to make certain we would never lose hold of one another. Both of us laughing at our sudden urgency. First one, then the other, of us racing ahead...but never losing hold of one another's hand. We had almost lost hold of one another, once upon another time. But because we both cared enough, wanted US badly enough, we had grabbed hold of us again. Before it was too late. If we hadn't used all of everything there was in each of our power, at the same time, back then...we would have lost us. Ever after. Now, neither of us ever wanted to lose the other. Ever again. Holding onto one another and leaving the crowds behind us, we discovered ourselves, nearly alone, on one of the wooded paths near the Queen's Hamlet, where it turns toward the Park of the Trianon. We would, alternately, tease one another. "Right here. Right now," you would whisper. Stopping in the middle of our path. Demanding we begin our most urgent of goals where we stood. Rejecting the location, I would pull you onward -- still seeking our prerequisite quest for privacy. A few steps later, it would be the same dialogue but opposite starring roles -- with me demanding, "Right here. Right now." Finally, we spotted a gazebo that was up a small rise off of our path. It was a refuge that had certainly sheltered countless couples before us -- many with our same intent. But its dozen Corinthian columns, and open architecture, offered us little of what we had been so desperately seeking.
With mutual, and simultaneous, eye-talk, it was decided. "Right there. Right now," our eyes chanted, in smiling unison. We climbed the small rise from the path, still hand-in-hand. As soon as we were under the canopy of the gazebo, we melted into our usual, always wonderful, embrace. The tender, loving, eyes-closed, kind that is almost hypnotic -- where you breathe deeply and slowly, inhaling your lover's breath and savor all the delicious sensations offered by the subtle touches and delicate movements of the other's body. Kissing, tenderly, at first, the passion was quickly reawakened and began to take its proper priority. Our kisses immediately returned us both to the same uncontrolled level of excitement and desire we had shared at the glade. I pressed your back up against one of the marble columns as we began to consume one another where we stood......our hands......our mouths.... in non-stop caresses......our tongues suggestively tutoring the rest of our bodies. But our feast was interrupted by a half dozen flustered barbarians who dared invade our kingdom, not realizing Queen You and King Me were in residence. With beheading already outlawed, and us unwilling to await their eviction and imprisonment, we capitulated with little resistance and even less hesitancy....grabbing our partially discarded clothes...and hurriedly abandoned our gazebo for another palace......a large, nearby, 300 year old elm tree standing guard at the edge of another, much more private glade....an elm that was a still-living voyeur which had certainly witnessed other past passions during three centuries of French aristocrats and peasants laying beneath its same spreading branches. The shades and shadows of the late afternoon wrapped us in a see-through veil of implied privacy. Others may have walked close by....down the path that was near us ....through the green glade that opened before us......but neither of us cared whether any saw or noticed what we did.....both of us were only guided by our own combined passion...both of us lost, like always, in the deep, indescribable intimacy that only we shared when our eyes made love while our bodies savored all the sensuality of their sex. Closing our eyes, only when we kissed. The rest of all of our senses still seeing everything. Like all lovers, we were absolutely certain........that, in the history of our arboretum palace, no others could possibly have exposed all that we showed.....pleased and pleasured another......in all the ways that we each gave and received that day. Both of us committing.....from our hearts.....to give and receive.....to and from the other.....every single desire & need. Always. Alternating...between what seemed like endless, all consuming passions that would set the field on fire......and stillness......sharing gloriously sensual moments of simply listening to the woods around us....relishing in the pleasure of quietly perfect solitude as we laid in each other's arms......with the lush green grass beneath us. Alternating. Time after time. That elm that shaded, and partially hid our immodesty, must have agreed, in our case....that old tree being equally certain that we exceeded all its ancient limits of passion........ rustled chastising branches, like wagging fingers, to admonish us our indecent pleasures. I can still feel our own fingers interlocked.....holding on forever......our breath taken away....time after time...as that old elm, must have looked down upon us, before finally giving up....simply, vainly, trying to cover our unstoppable intimacy with its blushing crimson leaves. That was just one of our many special days......one of our special memories.....when Queen You, and King Me, began our rule of all in our domain. That day, commanding the rest of the world to stop for us. And, on that very special of days, by our royal edict, the world became ours.....forever.....and we could only hear.....and see....and feel .....everything about one another...and the lush green grass beneath us. Celebrating our dual coronation with special words that were going to be repeated by us, time after time. Ever After.
"Close your eyes and look closely," I softly whispered to you. "If you look long enough......you might still see us there, even after all this time. Yes, right there......that was the tree.....just beyond the gazebo by the small glade. Feel the lush, thick grass beneath us. Can you see, and remember, the tender way I kissed you that day, cradling your face in my hands? How our bodies so completely, time after time, delighted and satiated all we both desired? How our eye-words told both of us everything? How they still do." With our reverie, celebrating our Versailles anniversary, finished and relived, once again, you slowly opened those exquisitely expressive eyes of yours. Eyes that had always told me so much during all our years. Your eyes telling me again. You smiled and kissed me deeply as you wrapped your legs, your arms, even more tightly around my body. Your embrace, your touch, telling me what your eyes had just told me. Like they always had. You holding onto me tightly, clinging as closely as you possibly could...as we slow-danced through the warm, waist-deep water. "Remember how absolutely enchanted I was by your smile way back then? I still am, you know.....you are still my Angel....my Queen.....even after all the fantastic, incredible, wonderful, close-to-perfect years....since our day at Versailles....." You smiled that wonderful smile and kissed me, again and again. Tenderly whispering the rest of our often-recited reaffirmation, clinging even more tightly....your eyes, your touch, telling me, again, that your every word was still as heartfelt and genuine as the first time. "Every New Year we share....really IS the best.....ever." Still happily, still joyously, still slow-dancing with one another through the warm, waist-deep water. Ever After.
"Pour Elle Qui Peut-Etre L'une" -- "For She, Who
May Be the One" by Robert Goodman. Copyright 1998-2001. All Rights Reserved. ytamcm
Author's Notes:These are pictures I personally took that day nearly twenty-five years ago when I visited Versailles alone. I have never been back since. And, you thought this was all fiction? :> Alas, although the pictures are real, the story is not. Yet. That is, except the story about the old couple........that part was true.
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Reaching
out to caress your face with the back of my fingertips, my words told you what
you already knew, "Just like us, princess."
Rolling
you over, interchanging positions and sitting up straight, I accepted the
appointment, announcing, maybe too loudly, to all who could hear, "It is hereby
ordained, by royal edict, that all those around us are mere subjects of our
realm...and that all this place, all that is within our view, now belongs to
only Queen You and King Me."
It
no longer mattered. Both of us were past giving any more priority to privacy.
All that either of us wanted was everything the other now offered.
