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The Poet and his Muse

Date: 10/24/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Sisyphus, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

you can clear something up?” She paused, “Would that be bothering you?” “No, I’d be glad to help. I think I am done writing for today.” Jason enjoyed how earnest she was, how quickly she went from being light and laughing at his socks to wanting to know more about his poetry. Allison dashed into the other room and came back with his first book, A Patch of Grass. He glanced down at the yellow cover with a drawing of grass growing out of a crack in the sidewalk and remembered writing those poems in his early twenties. She moved her chair closer to Jason. Her arm brushed his arm as they hovered over the book and he liked the way her arm felt and was surprised that she sat so close. Jason looked at her smooth olive skin and could smell the fragrance of her shampoo. When she opened the book and turned the pages, Jason could see all the words underlined, little question marks and scribbles in the margins. “It’s the title poem,” she said, opening to the last page in the book and began reading. “ And I am like a patch of grass between the cracks of sidewalk.” When she finished reading the line, she placed the opened book on the table and looked up at him. “Tell me about that, why that image?” “That’s from a long time ago.” Jason thought about the line as he looked at the book in front of them on the table. “That’s one of my earliest poems.” “I know it’s one of your early poems, but you made it the title of your book. Why did you do that? I mean, why is this poem so important to ... you?” Jason noticed her blue, questioning eyes, her soft lips as she spoke, and found himself distracted by how sweet and serious she was. Damn, she’s pretty, he thought while trying to concentrate on her question. “Well, that’s what I felt at the time. I felt insignificant, like a weed growing in an indifferent world but struggling to grow and live. I saw the patch of grass between the cracks in the sidewalk as heroic and determined to grow despite the circumstances of its life.” “You have a lot of images like that.” Allison looked at Jason then blurted out, “Wow, you have such a twinkle in your eyes.” Allison's sudden statement startled Jason, but what surprised him more was when she suddenly moved her lips to his and kissed him. Jason’s first response was to pull his mouth away, but couldn’t. Her lips felt so good, so soft and he knew this moment had been building since she arrived, and though he tried ignoring why she said she came there, he also tried denying he found her alluring, tried shoving aside the way he felt earlier when her thigh brushed his, how it became the subject of his new sonnet, how her lips felt like dew on the morning grass absorbing the sunlight, getting warmer and he suddenly found himself returning her kiss, feeling her lips, feeling his tongue probing and wanting to open her mouth and find her tongue, but suddenly he stopped and pulled his mouth away. “We can’t. This is wrong,” He sat back in his chair. “No it’s not.” Allison reached for his hand. “I ...