Friday, March 28, 2008
Sarah's prompt: "first kiss"
She’d been imagining it for months …
She’d resisted it for weeks …
He’d imagined it for months…
He’d waited on her for weeks…
day and night,
wind and rain.
conversations dropping into nothingness,
expectant with what was to come.
The sun playing in her hair,
the light sparkling in his eyes.
Gentle touches at the door,
on the couch,
as they walked,
Fingers grazing as she handed him a glass,
as he handed her a book.
In her bed she imagined and whispered it to be so.
As he drove, eyes half shut against the day, he thought it into being.
Finally, beating sun, thundering surf, sandy beach, insistent touch.