A Little Tenderness
By: Kelley
Otis Redding was coming through the speakers as she
absentmindedly washed the same plate for the tenth time. Drifting, she
thought.....that's all I'm doing, drifting. The vibrant, exciting woman
she once was, had become a boat going nowhere. She was looking out
the window at her well-tended garden, the rows of vegetables she had so
carefully planted in the spring were lush and green, basking in the heat of
summer.
"Oooh, she may be weary
and them young girls do get weary
wearing that same old shaggy dress...."
Her favorite song finally brought a smile to her
lips. She first laid eyes on him as he performed it and it would forever
remind her of him. He was magic when he was onstage. As she watched
him that first time, his lithe body slick with sweat, she was mesmerized.
He had it, that intangible quality that made you unable to tear your eyes from
him. Fate had registered them in the same hotel that night; she, however,
had made sure he wound up in her bed.
"You know she's waiting
Just anticipating
The thing that she'll never, never possess, no,
no...."
He whispered those words in her ear as he nuzzled
her neck the next morning, both of them a little surprised he spent the
night. They couldn't have predicted that it would be five more years
before they would spend a night apart. Her cheeks flushed as she
remembered their first few months together. In those days, just the tips
of his fingers could bring her to the brink of insanity.
"But while [all the time] she's without it
Go to her and try just a little bit of tenderness...."
"Mommy!" The plate slipped
from her hand as she turned around, shattering into a million pieces. Her
bare-footed daughter stopped in her tracks as she watched her mother stoop to
pick up the shards. "Can I go next door and play?"
"Sure honey, go ahead. Be home in time
for dinner...." Her words trailed off as she watched her daughter
run out the door. Lately even her kids couldn't fill the emptiness inside
of her. Her greatest accomplishment this week was getting all three
kids to three different practices in three different parts of town in twenty
minutes. For this, she was rewarded with more dirty laundry than she
could handle. God, mother's weren't supposed to feel this way.
There was supposed to be great fulfillment in driving to soccer and ballet and
softball, right?
"Oh,but its one thing
It might be a bit sentimental yeah, yeah
She has - her grieves and care
But the soft words they are spoken so gentle
Yeah
But, oh, that makes it, makes it easier to bear, yeah..."
Dinner was pleasant that night. The kids bickered across the
table, preventing any sort of conversation from taking place. She
indulged their antics as this was her favorite time of day. They had no
where to go, no interruptions and when she laughed with them, it was
genuine. Those moments didn't happen very often and she cherished
them. Reality soon intruded as AJ left for the studio and the kids left
for wherever it is kids go on a warm summer evening. Three hours
later the dishes were done, the kids were in bed, and the last load of laundry
had been folded.
He could hear her humming as she put away his socks
and shirts. She was so distant lately. She said the right words,
did the right things, but it was like she was on auto pilot. More often
than not, he would catch her staring out one of the windows, deep in thought
about something. What, he didn't know, she didn't share that part
of herself with him anymore. He had tried everything to reach
her...flowers, long walks, romantic weekends, nothing worked. He missed
her desperately.
"And its all so easy
Come on and try
Try a little Tenderness
Yeah Try
Just keep on trying..."
She laid on her side with her back to
him. He could see her silhouette in the moonlight, her curves so
familiar to him. "Do you even love me anymore?" he whispered
into the darkness. Her eyes closed as his words stabbed her.
"I want to help, but you won't tell me what's wrong."
"I don't even know where to begin...."
she whispered back in a shaky voice. He slid closer to her, wrapping her
up in his arms as she began to sob. He coaxed everything from her that
night...the emptiness, resentment, boredom, guilt, he heard it all. She
trembled in his arms when she was done. It was over, it had to be.
No one would stick around, knowing what he knew.
He wiped her tears away and kissed her swollen
eyes. Then, to her amazement, his hands slid under her nightshirt,
pulling it up and over her head. He loved her throughout the night, every
emotion they felt came through in their lovemaking. It was slow and
gentle in the bed they had shared for years; it was rough and angry as he threw
her against the wall and took her without warning.
The sun was coming up as he cradled her spent body
in his arms. He could see her drifting off again as he held her and he
pulled her back with a kiss. "Stay with me baby" he murmured
against her lips.
"I will"
"You've got to love her
Squeeze her
Don't tease her Make love [Get to her]
Hold her tight
Just, just try a little tenderness...."
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