In this wondrous time when we are in love, who could have imagined anything so fulfilling, such an imaginative way to spend our summer together?
The want that I experience from time to time, in this existence so solitary, would be, could be consumed with someone like her, someone special like her. I might just have to pinch myself a time or two, perhaps on a daily basis, until she asks why the black and blue marks seem to be growing like poppies along the shore? Their paper-like petals scattering in the ocean breeze, while my eyes reflect the patterns of the waves upon her skin.
Having her grace my house, my home in the same amount of time that it usually is so deathly quiet without her. The usual sound of the clock ticking, while the waves crash in the background as opposed to how she decorated the windows with flowers, scented and seashells, colorful. I might just sit outside on any well-worn chair, brushing off the sand in its relentless efforts to wear away everything that I had built, what I had constructed trying to make my name as one that is known, one that is wanted.
As she raised the sash of the window nearest me, her humming becoming known with a song long forgotten, now revived as if it were on my lips singing, just yesterday? Was it only yesterday, when we last loved with one another? Was it just a random thought that grazed my memory on its way towards something else, or did I just dream that she and I once were, how we once were?
Sitting in this chair, known to me with the feeling wanted and cherished. Sitting across from her while the wine glasses were filled then emptied again, while the day grew into night flowers, with the moths clinging to the flame, the one burning bright in my heart. My lonely heart. We’d tossed our cellphones in a box by the door, promising one another not to be concerned with the ways of the outside world while we were together. The endless distractions and temptations that entice with something other than what we should be spending our time on, what we should be concentrating our love on.
As the night grew older, we began to blow out the candles, one by one as if to equal the darkness in its right to be dark. The time for light needing in this otherwise bright and inviting summer landscape, told us that we should embrace the darkness, and sounds of the waves unseen. My mind might just take a dip in the sea, while the waves crashed about me, not allowing me to see, nor feel the danger of its darkness, but calling me thus, just calling me.
The warmer hues of the sunset over the water caused her to move a bit closer to the warmth of my intentions. We need not ask, nor wonder if what we did was right, or wrong, because it all seemed so natural. As natural as if we always had been together, and not just a summer’s walk down the beach, stopping to gather a shell or two, reaching down at the same time, wanting the same thing. Wanting the very same thing it seems.
It seemed funny to me that so few words could pass between us, though we knew what we wanted, what we needed at that time. Our own difficulties with other days and other people could not be solved while we were together, so why include them in our time together? We would of course be there for one another, but sometimes it was better to withstand the forces that wanted access to our lives, wanted to interrupt the peace and solitude that encompassed our very being, our way towards a purer way of thinking.
Today being at its end, with nary a thought back to how or why it began as such. I felt that no evil could touch us as long as we existed in the time frame called “us” and resigned myself to hold onto it as long as it were in my power to do so!
Something wondrous is happening, without having to explain that much about it, or worry why at this time in my life it is occurring? Accepting things as they are, being the best recourse this summer. At my house at the sea…….