The Goldsmith's Anniversary

[Gita]

 

He dismissed giving her a Cartier watch or South Seas pearls.
Likewise furs or overhyped wines with 'old souls.'
She was too precious and rare for the nonsense that any man
could give to any woman on any day.

He searched for something deserving of the word “bestowed,”
something so rare as to horrify the clerics of ordinariness.

One night while she dreamed, he skinned her fingertips so lightly and slowly
that it took till dawn to remove only a single layer of skin no thicker than an eyelash.

For their anniversary, he  gave her  back her  fingerprints, cast in gold.

 

 

[Cita]

Baaahaaaaaa!!!!!!   "Gita Goes Gold"!!!!!  Baa haa... heee hee... sniff, sniff.  I miss you people. 

[Teresa]

Gold fingerprints.  Now look what you've done.  A new craze.  You know how bored people get and to what extremes they'll go to feel "new" again.  Please don't write about putting gold in eyeballs or total body gold transplants because next thing you know, here comes another damn reality show -- Gita Goes Gold.  It's just wrong...  But I adore "wines with old souls".  Value is a funny word.  Ain't it? 

[Gita]

Amy -- I read a piece in the NYT about wine today and the praise given to this particular wine was rhapsodic. Divine, Ethereal, blah blah blah. I found myself thinking, "And now I suppose you'll tell me it also has an old soul?" That's where line 2 came from.

[Cita]

DAY-um.  How?  Oh, who friggin' cares.  This is outstanding.  I sit in awe and amazement.  You can WRITE, lady.  I must say that sentence #2 is poetry.  And "clerics of ordinariness" is a WOW phrase.

[Sandra Davies]

Yes, what Mike says .   But also  ... eeuw!!

[Mike Handley]

Holy crap, G. You never cease to amaze.