Title: Instamatics 8/13/00 1/1, #52
Guest Author: kimberlite
Archive: Please ask.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Todd Haynes, Miramax, etc.
Feedback: Please, to kimberlite@cox.net
Notes: Many thanks to Alex for encouragement and for letting me frolic in her playground.

Time stands still, my universe contracting to encompass only the expanse of your face. The circus of the press, Jerry, Mandy, your entourage, all recede from my consciousness, leaving only you. You are the center of my existence. I am drawn inexorably to your lips, fascinated, captivated by their shape, texture, color.

Our eyes meet for a moment, an eternity. There is instant connection. Love blazes from the depths of your eyes, reflecting the heat of my own. You are so incredibly beautiful, all sculpted angles. I need to taste you.

I move closer, whispering my truth, "The world is changed cause you are made of ivory and gold." I drop my gaze to your lips before looking up at you again, "The curves of your lips rewrite history."

Our eyes close as our lips touch, soft and moist, moving together in perfect accord. My tongue slips inside, tracing intimately, giving and taking pleasure in the velvet soft, slick heat of your mouth.

You define me.

The intensity of our kiss is infinite. The touch completes us. Overwhelmed, we pull back, gently nipping at each other's lips, loath to separate.

Camera flashes interrupt us, jarring us back to reality and time resumes. Turning, I snarl my displeasure at the intrusion, wanting you to be mine alone, yet knowing it is impossible.