She watched the sea, a still, steel blue calm of a background
to dry golden hills. Hills that brought back days of sonoma
and chatsworth, the SoCal days.
What a strange time in her life, a time of throwing herself
to the wind literally. A kite without a string.
Exhilarating and terrifying.
She longed for her man, the male counterpart she’d
waited for, for so long… in general, yes, but
also quite specifically.
She’d called him this morning, and he’d been napping…
“Oh, I hate it when someone takes me out of my dream.
When I go to sleep, I always think I may dream of my boat.
And when I do, and a call takes me away…”
“Well….Sorry!” she mocked…
She knew it wasn’t just that way with her call…
“Oh Nooo…but to trade a dream for a dream, that’s ok…”
he soothed, coming more into the present.
“So…you were dreaming of your boat?”
“Yes…. it was so goooood…”
The longing tide that crouched in her belly sang songs
of sun and warm skin.
Soft brown warm skin there for the touching.
She loved reaching out for him in the the night, and just
resting her fingertips against his borders.
The borders of him, inside him, him really there…
Now she could not succumb to it…… No..
The tide must rest, like some pacing tiger
in the closet of her heart…
Can’t come out yet, she thought….
……..or it will surely Eat me.