Kissing In The Moonlight

I couldn’t sleep, deciding to venture out into the New York night hoping the warm air would make me drowsy.

Move and muscle, change a thought came to mind as I donned my ripped jeans.  It’s a 12 Step suggestion when you’re feeling uncomfortable in your own skin, and yes mine has felt quite tight for some time…like a snake who has yet to shed the old for the new.

My neck of the woods is empty at 2 a.m.  One has to venture east and up in order to find life still kicking.  So there, under the eaves of a swanky apartment building I see a couple, my age, kissing like in a 40s film.  images-3

Bogart and Bacall?

Tracy and Hepburn?

Kermit and Ernie?

My heart gave an envious yank remembering what it’s like to kiss someone you really have a thing for.  Suddenly you’re a kid again, all the years in-between fading like fog.

I stood in the shadows, not wanting to be seen, watching, the voyeur I claim never to be.

Who am I kidding.?  What would I write about if I didn’t plug in to the world around me.

Despite my envy I was touched and inspired by their romance that without a doubt, was in full bloom.

How did they meet?

Were they introduced?

Or was it love at first sight across a crowded room.

My mother, who took me to see South Pacific when I was a kid, appeared before me.       images


Some enchanted evening
You may see a stranger,
you may see a stranger
Across a crowded room
And somehow you know,
You know even then
That somewhere you’ll see her
Again and again.

Some enchanted evening
Someone may be laughing
You may hear her laughing
Across a crowded room
And night after night,
As strange as it seems
The sound of her laughter
Will sing in your dreams.

Who can explain it?
Who can tell you why?
Fools give you reasons,
Wise men never try.

Some enchanted evening
When you find your true love,
When you feel her call you
Across a crowded room,
Then run to her side,
And make her your own
Or all through your life you
May dream all alone.

Once you have found her,
Never let her go.
Once you have found her,
Never let her go!

Rogers and Hammerstein’s lyrics resonate like a file popped wide open.

I remember seeing Hicks for the first time knowing, I’d see him again and again, at least till death do us part.

I then went home falling fast asleep pretending to be Nellie Forbush, the play’s heroine,  humming Happy talk.

My muscle moved a thought alright…quite a few I’d say.


About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Thanks.
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22 Responses to Kissing In The Moonlight

  1. micklively says:

    Modern literature, films, &c seem to play down the kiss. As in so many things, we’re set permanently at full volume, whacked up to ten, do not pass go, do not collect £200, go straight to shag. Where’s the romance in that? A good kiss can make your toes tingle.


  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    Now I want to watch South Pacific again. I’ll have to wait for an afternoon alone sometime, the guys couldn’t hack it.

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    • It’s such a favorite of mine, and Nellie had short hair when it wasn’t the norm. Mitzy Gaynor in her little white shorts washing that man right out of hr hair was amazing. Yes, watch it again…for me, since I can hardly hear it…sigh

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  3. Loretta says:

    Awww lovely, bringing all these wonderful warm emotions to the surface, and after that you seemed to have slept alright? 🙂

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  4. Warms up the loins too!

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  5. LOL, you and Kate. Is it getting warm in here or what? I’m a sucker for romance though, and I love that movie. There’s nothing like a dame. :O)


  6. Believe it or not, guys do that sort of thing, too. Granted, it’s more sex to us a lot, but still, I get tingly when I see a couple in love, really in love. Glad you got to feel that again, too. Being a fiction writer, I need to touch on that in my stories more, no, not my horror stories – I can write other things, too! lol


  7. There is something very special in those simple gestures. Kissing under a tree like teenagers rocks and should be done more often. Society puts such weird restrictions on what is age appropriate and what is not. If I can jump into the back seat of a Chevy you better believe I’m gonna do it!


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