Pavement sparkles
Monday, Apr. 22, 2002 16:24

She was laying there, on the plastic piece of lawn furniture, her bare back exposed to the sun coming in through the windows on the porch. She had a large blanket wrapped around her, the only thing between her skin and the cool summer air. She had her head turned towards me, and her cheek pressed against the green canvas covered pillow tied onto the chair. She smiled at me as we laughed about anything. It didn't matter what we talked about. I remember threatening to get an ice cube from the freezer, knowing that cold the cold would make her squirm.

I reached across the gap between her chair and mine. I let my fingers brush the soft white skin of her back, and took a moment of satisfaction as I felt her shudder. Her eyes closed and a moan escaped her throat. I leaned closer, resting an elbow on the arm of the chair, and worked my way up and down her back, sending chills through her core. I poured all of my energy, my desire, my gentleness into the curves of her back.

She arose from her chair, pulling the blanket up to her chest, and walking towards me. She eased herself between my arms as I moved aside. She fit perfectly into me, completing something in me that I'd never known was missing. As her fingers reached the back of my neck, brushed my ear, reminding me of how it all began, I shuddered. My body fell into her touch. She kissed me and never stopped. I felt everything she felt through her kisses as I touched her and she let the blanket fall. There was a euphoric tension in both of our breathing, heavy and uneven. Our fingers finding every inch of a soft innocence. With her softness tingling up through me in waves of warm and cold.

Never in a moment have I ever felt a greater sense of forever. As she calmed, as she held me against her skin, as she found my soul with her perfect lips and drew it out of me, allowing me to see for the first time. She drew me into her, into a place that I could not escape, into a place that aches without the brightness of her company. And yet to escape is my only choice, to escape before the time runs out, before that part of me, that me that is trapped inside ceases to exist in a world without her lips to whisper the sweet words to give breath to my heart.