by Susanne Mathies
(12/23/09)
Snip...snip...snap. Twigs and leaves rustling, tumbling past us. The bush around us shuddering. Suddenly I'm bare, exposed, in full view. My naked gleaming body catches the light.
Prickling sun rays caressing my curves, I'm twisting and turning, twirling on my stem. Everyone is looking now. My pores are opening, a warm prickling feeling. Gathering speed in my rotations, back and forth, in tight circles. Sweetness rushing through my veins.
Someone is cheering me. "Give us some more -- dance the Tarantella for us,
Gloria," a voice snarls from the shadows. Slowing down to take a closer look,
I see a shimmering jade green berry under a panoply of soft-fingered leaves.
What a hunk of perfect roundness -- the largest sphere of tender fruitiness I've
ever seen. My swinging slows to languid curves now.
"Hey, Green Berry, why not come out into the open and dance with me?"
He winces. "You piece of death bait! I've never seen the sun, it would ruin me."
"Oh no, it won't. You just have to keep moving, dancing, rotating with me..."
'I bet you say that to all the berries who admire you -- and then you just leave them to break, and to rot..."
"You know you can't hide away from the light forever. Why not dance with me and have a life before the rays break you?" I am blushing deeper now, can't take my gaze away from his milky-green radiance. Snip.. snippety...snippety...snap. Heavy pruning all around us. He must feel the danger, but he doesn't let on.
"Tart fruit," I taunt him, "Don't you like me a little then? Wouldn't you love sliding your smooth green skin around my glowing cheeks?"
A gust of rustling and jerking in the bush, and a sudden tearing sound. Green Berry has shaken his twig loose from the tangled shrub, and is now hanging next to me, close enough to touch. His skin is even smoother and shinier than I had imagined, covered with a soft fair down. I am a well-sized berry myself, but next to him I feel quite dainty. With a slight movement, I give myself a little twirl. There! We touch. Briefly. A flick of my hot hide against his coolness. Traces of dew in his fluff. I slide against him once more, daubing the wetness over his skin. My skin prickling with excitement as moistness oozes against my feverish flesh.
He has started moving in a rhythm of his own now, gyrating slowly, making sure to brush against me during every circle. Jade green being lit by orange sparks, sunlight gloating on his skin, heating his pulp. He is getting more and more willful, chasing my circles, never losing touch with my body.
We are dancing, circling, feeling sweetness swelling inside us as we keep on touching and turning into delightful dozy dizziness, the green light around us brightening into a flash of white.
