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Kiss Me Soft, Kill Me Quick

March 5th, 2011 · 7 Comments · Allegory or Fairy Tale, American Humor, Canada Humor, Celebrities, Clash of the Sexes, Crossed Wires, Famous Actors, Fantasy, General Humor, General Interest, Human Nature, Jokes, Lifestyle, Lyrical, Murder Mystery, Not As It Seems, Poem, Poetry, Puns, Romance, Sexual Innuendo, Slice of Life, Storytelling, Surprise Twists, Whimsy

Alex Carrick

I refer to this piece as half poetry, half storytelling and half crazy. Since there is a poetic element, I’d like the flow to be consistent down the page (or screen, actually, in this case). Thus present preamble to take the intro past the picture of the scholarly-looking gentleman on the right (your left).


A hotel bar late of an evening.
Walnut paneling, muted recessed lighting.
The second she entered, I knew.
She was my fate.
Pink silk scarf, black dress, low-scooped neckline, front-end loaded.
She had the same physical equipment as other women, only more of it.
Hourglass figure set to chime at midnight.
She approached.
Teleportation in a million stages.
Molecules scurried and scattered.
The ordinary pulled back on either side.
A handful of lonely drinkers gawked.
The barkeep poured a tall one.
First merry clink of glass on glass.
Heady aroma of perfume, alcohol and stale cigarettes.
I waited quietly.
Several sips in, she wished to talk.
My specialty is listening.
“How ya doin, hon?” she asked.

She spoke of boyfriends, old flames and losers.
All submerged in dollops of disappointment.
Blame was apportioned, doled out, heaped on, then retracted.
A hard edge gained from experience.
But sweetness nonetheless.
Lost in a maze, searching for insight.
Another drink.
We drew closer.
She kissed my neck.
Her breath a warmth of exhalation.
Under fingers’ touch, quivers of excitation.
Rouge full lips, cherry sweet and cool,
Left a tiny blood-red residue.
It was her signature.
I was marked.
Do with me what you will.

She said she was a mystery writer.
But a hack. Experience was what she lacked.
“Would you mind if I killed you?” she queried.
A throaty laugh.
My first real shudder.
She liked stories noir.
I was living one.
She jumped to celebrities and fake fame.
Too much mediocrity.
And sordid games to hang onto whomever’s notice.
A lament for Hollywood’s glory days.
Rock and Ginger, now those were names.
Another drink.
Front-end loaded.

“Wanna go to my room?”
Not a question, a suggestion.
Like I had a choice.
Her words were melting.
And extending.
Some phrases never ending.
Her magnificent walk now unsteady.
Still magnetic.
The ride up on the elevator was heavenly.
Clinging in a needy embrace.
Dubious looks from other passengers.
Not to worry.
Anticipation ruled my emotions.
Disembarkation and last crooked paces.
Left behind, disapproving faces.
Key card inserted into lock.
We were in.
A neutral space.
Privacy. Intimacy. Another drink.
The loving progressed in phases.
I was past half spent.
I’d been on the shelf too long.
Climax came.
True to her word, she consumed me.
Still no let down.
Snicker snoring marked the end.

It’s morning.
Strange surroundings.
Drapes pulled back and sunlight blinding.
She’s up and gone.
No, I don’t think so.
Wouldn’t have missed it.
But here I lie.
Exhausted and empty.
Kaput, finished, at journey’s end.
Dead soldier in recycling bin.
Another of Ma Seagram’s wayward boys.
Resting now in languorous longing,
Look forward to recounting…
this bottle’s tale of night’s delight.


Let’s take a short break and celebrate an important birthday for me, in A Beatles’ Legacy.


For my first book, “Two Scoops” Is Just Right, please click here for the paperback version and here for the Kindle e-book version.

For the sequel, “Three Scoops” Is A Blast! (with the award-winning “Size of the Skip”) click here for paperback and here for Kindle.

For “Four Scoops” Is Over The Top (containing Hemingway short-listed “Caboose Follies”) click here for paperback and here for Kindle.

And finally, for my latest book, “Five Scoops” Is An Addiction!, please click here for the paperback and here for the Kindle digital version.

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7 responses so far ↓

  • 1 JW // Mar 7, 2011 at 7:40 am

    I loved this.
    I read it while sitting in a loud office atmosphere filled with the busy sounds of typing and droning phone calls. Despite the mundane distractions, I became lost in the rich imagery of your words. Well Done!

  • 2 Chris Nash // Mar 8, 2011 at 7:16 pm

    Brilliantly written, Alex. Loved every rich word.

  • 3 Suzanna // Mar 11, 2011 at 9:29 pm

    Ah, ha ha,
    you dogger of words, you
    left out the growl from
    behind the bar
    where tall bottles reflect on the mirror
    blue, red, green,
    and amber
    especially amber
    I’ve seen your eyes
    oh, you close them now,
    leave me in the dark stale
    space behind heavy plum drapes
    where the door swings
    open to the cold.

  • 4 tfc Parks // Mar 14, 2011 at 6:51 am

    Very nice tale of seduction, Alex. The details of the setting, the sounds, the smells, the conversation, the entire encounter were brilliant!

  • 5 Lara Dunning // Mar 18, 2011 at 8:04 pm

    A poetic story, a moment in time, a experience to remember. Well done!

  • 6 Charlotte M. Liebel // Aug 12, 2012 at 11:57 am

    ‘Dead soldier in recycling bin.
    Another of Ma Seagram’s wayward boys.’

    Enjoyed your rhythmic tale…especially revealing of a wartime escape.

  • 7 Charlotte M. Liebel // Aug 12, 2012 at 12:00 pm

    ‘Dead soldier in recycling bin.
    Another of Ma Seagram’s wayward boys.’

    Enjoyed your rhythmic tale…especially revealing of a wartime escape.

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