Central Scrutinizer Posted August 5, 2004 Report Share Posted August 5, 2004 All, I have a few stories by a guy who went by the name ganesh, and a couple other names, who passed on a while ago. I thought his writing was wonderful, and am putting a couple of his stories here for the enjoyment of all those who have never read his stuff. Enjoy. Cent ------------------------------------------------- Luong Sunday, April 8, 2001 I disembark, down the steps and into the wall of heat coming off the tarmac. It?s a tiny airfield, such as you would find outside a small American community with a few weekend flyers and a sky-diving school. But there are the usual Indochinese airfield mortar-proof hangars, futuristic concrete arcs to foil high trajectory portable artillery, legacy of my war. In the huddle of well-wishers and drivers holding signs, Luong stands out. She sees me and flashes me that pure smile, and she makes a little hop, and claps her hands, begins to trot toward me. Luong reaches me and we smooch. Some tightness in my spine loosens under the force of her hug. Diem takes my gear and carries it to a waiting Cariban. I stretch out and smile, letting Luong massage my neck and tell me the news in a low voice. Her Auntie is on the way to America, an Orderly Departure passenger en route to The Gulf shore of Louisiana, there to dwell in peace among shrimp fishing folk, prosperous relatives, in a mostly Cao Dai community like her home in Tay Ninh. She has a new short haircut, like a Beatles cut but thick and with jet black and crazy reddish and blue highlights. Her eyes are bright and mischievous, alert always to the possibility of events which I could never envision. She runs her small hand down my back and gives my ass a little squeeze. Suddenly I want very much to be in the room we will share. I want to bang my baby and to bang that gong. In a few minutes we are settled in this charming inn, a former French villa with enormous rooms and unobtrusive staff, and I do both. We are both naked within seconds. She?s so sexuous and sweet, primal hunger saying in her heat, Come to me, and in her heart she hears my heat saying Go to her, She?s the sea, absolute surrender and unconditional gift, and in the big soft bed I glide her to successive crying peaks, like a Venetian gondoleer warmhearted romantic, servant of Aphrodite Deva Venus, precious adored wicca pearl of eastern deeps, a pearl mine, now mine. We fall asleep after watching , with sour stoned amusement, a drama about The American War on the Vietnamese cable channel. We awaken afer midnight, order a plate of fruits and cheeses, Otard brandy for my continental darling, cold melon tea for me. We smoke six pipes apiece, she watching me over the mouthpiece of the ancient pipe as she knows I love for her to do, the way her eyes go deep and soft and warmly distant In the jungle dawn, huge Asian cuckoos call, scatbird in the bamboo, that coltrane loop the loop verging, bending a blues figure, signals another runaway dawn. Luong is awake and listening to the radio news from Phnom Penh, giggling as she translates: two dragons were sighted fighting in the sunset sky, a dusk duel, and a week later a girl was born with an enormous scaly birthmark. Sky dragons, magic turtles in the River Sap. I reach for her and she smiles up at me. And she takes me, my own riverchild, as the patriarch of looney songbirds, commissar Mekong cuckoo blows the final notes of his set. ganesh __________________________________________________ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MrX Posted August 5, 2004 Report Share Posted August 5, 2004 exquisite handicraft....more please Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Central Scrutinizer Posted August 5, 2004 Author Report Share Posted August 5, 2004 Okay Romp. Just for you. Cent Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MrX Posted August 5, 2004 Report Share Posted August 5, 2004 Cheers...Buy you a beer in Surin one day mate! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Encore Posted August 5, 2004 Report Share Posted August 5, 2004 I echo that. More please , Cent. Beer in surin, yes, one day i'll make it there, until then I have to be content with occasionally enjoying the presence of Surin's ambassadors in SC. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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