Imaginary Dialogue
between
FScott Fitzgerald & Zelda
by Lightning Rod & doreen peri (ongoing)
Zelda
-
I've smoked all your cigarettes while you slept
(I'll always leave you ONE).
I'm about to rouse you with my lust,
clear your sleep with my seed/
Fitz and Zelda,
Ableard and Heloise,
The Brownings,
Bogey and Mayo Metho,
Burton and Taylor?
Do you know who we are?
My dearest darling FS -
What a positively delightful morning!
Awakening to your tender touch and
words of praise and admiration
brought tears of pure joy to my eyes!
And oh how you arouse me with tease!
How glorious was the sun shining through
the slated blinds, your sweet blue eyes
two inches from mine
and me on the precipice of pleasure,
my dreaming becoming 3D
when I reached to caress
your cheek!
When I take your seed,
it feeds my soul
and I become whole again!
This day is so special, so dear.
You are my Adonis!
And then afterward,
having brunch prepared with
the seasoning of Love,
the chirping of bluebirds above
the cool breeze' wisp on our skin,
eye to eye, we know we win the morning,
the afternoon offering more delight!
Later
today, let's take a drive
out to the mountains and picnic near the river.
I know the perfect spot.
I'll wear the long floral flowing cotton dress
you like so much and you can recite me Whitman.
And tonight, would you enjoy bathing by candlelight?
I have been thinking.
Perhaps you would enjoy a trip to the shore soon.
We could take the train and dine in the club car.
I would imagine we would meet many travelers
and share some stories and laughs.
We can stay in a cottage with ocean view
and make love to the sound of the tide coming in.
(Let's bring the blanket out and lie it
so close to the lapping waves,
the foam will tease our feet!)
I must run now.
You are just in the other room
and I am frightened you will come in
and see these words before
I can seal the envelope
and sneak it into
the breast pocket
of your overcoat.
My heart is beating
in your chest.
All Love for you,
Zelda
PS
If one more time you mention
that horrible witch of a woman
you used to have relations with,
I will throw my champagne in your face.
Be kind to yourself. Forget her.
She has the class of a wash woman.
The last time I saw her, she was dressed
like she purchased her clothing from
that cheap thrift shop on 34th Street.
If you see her again, don't hesitate to tell her
I would gladly rip her eyes out with my nails.