I stretch luxuriously, the silkiness of the blanket’s edging slides along my tender under-arm skin and sends shivers running delightfully through my system. My fingertips gently graze the grass and the prickly-points of the individual reeds tickle me as I slowly run my hand back and forth. Languidly, I roll to my back and stare up into the endless sky. My arms sink into the cool dampness of grass and earth. Above, the sky is dusky; the color just between blue and darkness as the stars begin to wink forth. The sound of the creek and the wind in the treetops, rustling the aspen leaves high above, lull me into submission as he stares at me with dark emerald eyes.
Somewhere deep inside me, he calls to the surface an awareness of lifetimes past and lifetimes to come. He looks into my soul and my soul answers back, swimming through a verdant sea of knowing and remembrance. This feeling… this is where my search has been leading me. This knowing. This remembrance. This love.
He trails a single fingertip from the tip of my hand to my shoulder to my face, his eyes watching the progress. He holds my face tenderly and speaks volumes without a sound, without moving his mouth. I feel my body speak back, my soul rising to meet his serene authority and dance in his embrace. Neither of us have moved. Neither of us have spoken. And yet, yet, there amongst the water and the earth and the air, there is the fire that has burned with an undisiplined flame, waiting for this moment.
I smell the water and the air and the earth. I feel the fire. And I taste the liquid juiciness that explodes in my mouth when I bite into the green grape he has slid between my lips.
