His skin feels warm against mine.
Intertwined like this, our limbs look like roots of a sacred tree.
Sade croons in the background,
And I can see his torso rise and fall
Almost in sync with the fluid rhythm...
In and out and in.
He sleeps peacefully.
How long has it been?
Three months...
Four?
I wasn't looking for him.
One summer afternoon he literally bumped into me.
Smiling, he apologized, and without even knowing why, I smiled too.
Later, in that little vegan place I liked so much,
He shared a story about his grandmother and signs...
I studied his lips as he strolled down memory lane,
Musing about life and strange metaphysical ideas.
Mesmerized...
I followed him into fields of dreams,
Stepping carefully through shadows of past heartaches,
Until we found ourselves slow dancing in lands of secrets.
A penny for your thoughts...
Of course this happened over many afternoons...
Lazy afternoons filled with old
Records, iced tea and good times by the beach.
We'd listen to the sound of the ocean, healing waters flow.
Then he'd head off to play basketball, or work on his sketches.
I'd watch him walk away and think, "maybe...
Just maybe."
Then one day he turned around...
His skin feels warm against mine.
Intertwined like this, our limbs look like roots of a sacred tree.
The tree of life...