Tender Moment
4/18/11
Walking out onto the field at night, the moon lends a silver glint to every blade of grass. No sound but the rise and fall of the wind, rippling through the trees. She crashes into me, her hands pressing on my shoulder blades as she plants smiling kisses on the base of my neck. Her arms glide down and wrap around me, her fingers even colder than the night air. For a moment we rock back and forth, cheek to cheek as we stare at the distant moon.
In a flash she’s off, trailing her arms behind like streamers as she races down, and I chase after her. Reaching the sand, we tumble down the hill, giggling as we struggle with our tangling arms and legs. It ends in a draw, with a kiss to seal our victory. Listening to the gentle whoosh of the tide, feel my breathing move to match.
Sitting up, I look out at the oldest of friends. White light dances across the ocean, like a path of polished stones across the sea. She sits up, wrapping her arms around my shoulders possessively, her curls tickling my neck. My arm creeps up from the sand, lifting her shirt to touch her bare skin. The wind chills the rest, but one spot is warm, under my hand.
