Saint-Nectarine is a commune in the Puy-de-Dôme department in Auvergne in central France. It is also a delicious cheese.
His ring lies resting on my desk
It’s part of our life together, although, his life is over
He’s buried in America’s backyard
The evening had been an unusual successful one. They had dined out at Vindalho, an Indian restaurant she’d begged him for months to try. He was such a picky eater who seemed scared to try anything new, so it was quite a surprise when he had suggested eating there earlier in the day. It was no surprise that he seemed to like the Indian food, a Mulligatawny Soup for the starter, and the Kashmira Paneer as the entrée, which was usually the case, when he finally caved in and gave new things a try.
After dinner at Eddy’s, a hipster bar, she drank two beers, which were two more than normal, and not once did she question him after he ordered his third, forth, or even fifth beer. They were too busy involved in a deep conversation about nothing in particular, just life, and it appeared they were lost in time, not following their regular route which they knew oh-so-well. If you didn’t know the two of them, you’d think they were new in the game, but in fact, they were not. It’d been almost six years now.
(Relationships can be hard work, but it was on a night such as this that the hard work seemed to pay off. That tender feeling of love, appearing out of nowhere, like the sun breaking through dark rain clouds, or some well needed rain appearing in the middle of a drought. Whatever way you wanted to look at it, it’s all good when that love starts pouring down on you.)
The night carried on carelessly way past their regular bed time of approximately 10:15PM, but neither one of them yawned, not even once. Nor did either one of them suggest that they better be getting on home to bed. Time had been thrown out the window. Even after their conversation had dried up they sat for a bit, in the moment, like a puddle after well needed rain.
She looked at him and felt loved and adored. He looked at her and felt nothing but love. It had been ages since they’d done any kind of fooling around at night. She was just too tired at night, and his complaining about it didn’t seem to help the situation. Tonight though was different. Tonight they both knew they would score. Big time. Not only would they have sex, but they would be making that sweet love.
Outside of Eddy’s they held each other close and kissed. He didn’t care people were crowding the sidewalk outside the bar smoking cigarettes, coming to a complete stop to give the kiss some well needed time. Letting their tongues playfully meet while tickling wet lips, before moving on to retrieve their bicycles from a bike rack that was near the street. She unlocked their bikes and they mounted them, starting their ride home to their one room apartment.
The late-August night air felt good against their faces as they rolled along a fairly empty street, slightly beer buzzed. He had her ride in front of him so he could keep an eye on her. It gave him the feeling that he was protecting her, a kind of shield from any reckless driver that may be on the road that night. Also, he liked to admire her small female figure and the curves of her delightful round bottom.
Not one single noise fell from either of their lips. It was just in the silence now that kept them connected. The calm air passing through their lungs as they pedaled across the deserted city. Inhaling and exhaling, sharing the same air that draped around them, binding them together.
At one point she noticed the crescent moon up in the sky, and her thoughts were of nothing less than pleasant. Although he was not directly on her mind, she was absolutely aware of his presence. She tilted her head to one side and the moon smiled down on her. He was having one of his epiphanies again, as he trailed behind her thoughts, trying to grasp this enormous feeling he felt, bigger than any night sky.
Tonight felt like the arrival of a new birth, both of them thought, somewhere inside their unconscious minds. Totally unplanned but also, so precious. It had been a long time coming. For there were times during the past nine months that she had been so angry with him. How could he do this to her? She had thought. He could make her feel like such a beast at times, a real asshole. But of course, it takes two to tango, and at other times it was her. How could she do this to him? He would think. She could make him feel too controlled, like she was holding a short leash around his neck, choking him. However, all that was in their past now, and what laid in front of them was something pure and wonderful, something they’d created together, and it was a beautiful little thing.
As they turned right onto LaSalle, the street they lived on, she finally broke their silence. “It sure is a nice night,” she said. Her voice mimicking the night air, soft and easy. He could only agree with her. “The whole night was nice,” he added. Which was an understatement.
They rolled up to their building where she unlocked the main front door and held it open for him. While passing under the door he paused again to kiss her, giving it just the right amount of time before running his bike up the flight of stairs. These kinds of kisses were rare at this point in their relationship, not the usual little pecks. These were big wet kisses that left an easy smile smacked across her lips. When he reached the top of the stairs he leaned his bike against the dirty, white, wall in a long, narrow, dimly lit hallway that had several doors scattered along it, one in which was theirs. He then ran back down the stairs to help her with her bike.
In front of door number 213 they stopped. This was home. It had been their home now for a little over a year, which was a long time for them, for they seemed to move around a lot. During their almost six years together this happened to be the seventh place in which they’d called home. Although the apartment was small, it was one of their favorites. Lucky number seven they called it.
On most nights, after a night out, she went straight to her laptop, but this was not the case that night. All the status updates from the world were completely irrelevant to her, nor did she feel compelled to contribute hers to the World Wide Web. Screw the internet. Instead, both went straight into the bathroom where they got ready for bed. This was something she usually did alone since he generally sat in front of the TV on most nights. Sometimes he was even too lazy to get himself up to prepare for bed, leaving his teeth unbrushed. Tonight though was different. Tonight he brushed his teeth while gazing at her handsome reflection in the mirror next to his. He watched her bend over and spit a mouthful of foamy, white, toothpaste spit into the sink. Never had brushing teeth with someone been so intimate before.
And at last, once in the bedroom, they started out slow, lighting a candle to set the mood, spending some quality time just kissing, while slowly allowing their hands to rediscover each other’s bodies again. These touches she remembered too well. The way he grazed the side of her face with his hand like it was the most precious thing in the world to him. These were the touches she desired so much. If only he could touch her like this more often would she be willing to put out more. But he could not control these kinds of touches, turn them on and off like a switch, for these touches were purely wrought out from raw emotion. They could only be sincere.
When the time was right he started moving down on her with little kisses everywhere. This body he’d kissed a thousand times over already, this body he’d kiss a million times more, if that’s what she desired of course. And as he pressed his face between her legs she let out a noise that could only mean pleasure. This noise never ceased to please him, so he kept on and on and on, until her excitement exploded, grasping his head between her legs.
There are little to no surprises after being with the same person for all those years, so she knew what was coming next. To be honest, she’d often felt bored with the routine of their sex life and the lack of surprise in it, but that was not the case tonight. She actually wanted it, the whole routine, and craved for it, as he mounted her and they began to move in unison, slowly. Really giving it time at first so as to truly connect with one another, before letting themselves get completely lost in the act of love.
They finished with her on top, coming one right after another, and she rolled off and into his arms. The bed sheets were a tangled mess as their bodies made two spoons, and their hearts beat wild against rib cages, proving they could not be tamed.
Footage of Paris shot by my brother, Dan Lipman. The rest was recorded live with a webcam. Song is from my album, The Beginning.
A song from my 2010 album, In Loving Memory Of All Things To Come.
Although mostly stationed in Toulousse, France, songwriter Benjamin Lipman also calls Milwaukee his home. Lipman manages to bring the two residencies together and his experiences there with an introspection that leans towards the darker, but more beautiful spaces life creates. With a whispery style eerily reminiscent of the late Elliott Smith, Lipman uses a bare-bones approach that leaves a resounding impression with his latest batch of singles, “Love Holds the Weapon” / “The War”. Listen and take advantage of the free download over at his Bandcamp page.…