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The re-make of Pillow Talk

36_viewSCENE 1
(A view from a window. Wet roof in a rainy afternoon. Drops of water falling from the edge of the roof into a man-made pond below. Koi fishes swim beneath the surface. The ivy covered wall with its spreaded vines and full leaves are wet and looks so green and clean. The smell of wet grass flowing through the open window. The sounds of thunder in a distant from time to time.)

Turn out the light
A lover's finger tips
Warm and passionate
A clamped oyster shell
Wet and slippery

The rain outside
And a movie classic
A breeze of wind
The smell of wet earth
Mixed with lavender scent


SCENE 2
(Late Morning. Mug of hot coffee on the back terrace. A breeze of wind blows at a newly wet hair fresh from the shower. Scripts from a half done novel on the table, suspended by a several fresh water oyster shells. The sound of Michael Frank from a vinyl being played )

Loosely worn kimono
A peek of soft belly
Its soft fabric
Shaping the curves
And the rounded edges
Scent of lavender
On the smooth skin

SCENE 3
(Half dark air - conditioned room. The rustle of white sheet as cold bare skin seeking comfort and warm underneath. The sound of rain outside. The smell of wet earth flowing through an open bedroom window. A glimpse of Marlon Brando face in an opened cover of Last Tango in Paris DVD.)

Warm breath on a finger tip
The sound of pillows being stacked
The rain outside
Brings the smell of wetness
Lowering guarded feelings
Letting out passionate longing
For touches of pleasures
Just like the rain
Brings wet but warm feelings
On the pond outside
A fish swims underneath the surface
Its skin wet and slippery
Touching the shapes
Tickling the curves
Tingling rounded edges
Exploring inner parts
And like an oyster shell pried open
The round beautiful pearl exposed
Its surface wet and slippery
It is felt and tasted
The taste lingered
On lips and tongue
The smell mixed with lavender scent
The flesh of a loving lover
Reaching final destination
In the center of her universe

Inspired by book
36 Views: A Play, by Naomi Iizuka. Image taken from the book cover design.

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