Lemonade and Vodka

Tantalizing like lover's lips the light shines down upon bare skin lying against an emerald sea. Shimmering droplets slide hot down bronzed skin, trying to find a cool place to hide. Gentle laughter races with the breeze as the waves sing out praises to the sun. Stretch out and embrace the surroundings glittering under a pale blue veil. The passion of summer is coming to an end, grasp the lingering brilliance for tomorrow it may be gone.

Half Truths

The flickering flame caught my attention as I watched out the window into the yellow hall across the street. The flame glowed orange within a hot red orb, dancing to the beat of the rain as it poured onto the souls down below. I whispered "I'm sorry" even though I knew you wouldn't hear me, and then tried out a smile to hide the truth. Your eyes were concerned and I couldn't take it so I stared out the window again. I knew you wanted to ask and I'll thank you now for not. Sometimes I feel you still know me so well, but other times I wonder if you ever knew me at all. It doesn't matter now anyway, does it? No. no. no.

Did you remember the significance of the day? Did you know why tears had sprung up in that briefest of moments? I thought perhaps you had but then again maybe it was just me and I should probably forget about such things. But as we sat in the familiar darkened room I couldn't help but to remember and I had to turn away to the rain once more.

I wonder if you realize and I know time can go by so fast but this is all fixed into my mind so clear and I wish it would just wash away but something just clings on and I try to figure it all out but I can't on my own and I'm afraid to ask so I sit rambling to myself and end up back with the same wonderings ...

And I'm so tired of writing sad little love songs.

Afternoon Daydreams

Lets just go. Get out of this grey city where everyone knows our stories. Pack up your bags and we'll go, drive south to the coast where the sand is soft and the ocean sings lullabies to the stars up in the sky. We'll take photos of buildings and people standing against cars broke down on the highway. I'll find the perfect light to capture your perfect smile and you'll tell me to stop distracting you as you drive. Looking out the dirtied window I'll pretend to pout as I watch abandoned fields fly by. You'll turn up our favorite song and we'll sing to passersby and they will smile, wishing to be on our adventure. The night will turn cold and I will blow warm breath onto the glass and draw hearts and stars. You'll decide to stop for the evening in a gas station parking lot where there will be dimmed street lights shining in our direction. We'll sleep uneasy dreams and wake exhausted in the day.

I will take over the wheel as you gaze out into the world. You'll take photos of yourself against the ever changing backdrop we pass. I'll tell you my new favorite joke and you'll roll your eyes as I laugh hysterically. The day will turn warmer the further south we ride and we'll lean our arms outside as the sun burns our skin to an amber brown. I'll gaze up into the sky and wish to be a bird, able to fly so free and unafraid. We will take a wrong turn and discover an old rusted barn. I'll insist on exploring and you'll insist we turn right back around but as usual I will win. Behind the barn will be a flower garden, somehow maintained though the rest has gone to pieces. I pluck an orange bloom and place it behind my ear. We will take a photo of us leaning against the rusted red wall. You'll see something inside and we will make our way in, giggling nervously. We will have discovered a secret hideaway, a mattress covered in red sheets and a bouquet of daisies lying upon the pillows. A photograph of young lovers smiling will sit on a pile of books. You'll look at me and I will nod and we will leave quiet and calm. We take the road back to our destination, both thinking about our own stories hidden away. If only they could be as beautiful.

Finally the coast will appear and we will cry out joyfully. It will be just dusk, when the sun begins to make it's way to bed and the fireflies begin their dance. We will stroll barefoot down to the water and feel the blue water soak us between the toes. I'll lie down on the warm sand and smile into the setting sun. You'll take a place beside me and take our photo once more. We'll close our eyes and fall asleep to the ocean's lullaby and wonder if anything had ever been so perfect.

Light's Passing

I wrap my lanky arms around your slender waist and inhale your scent through the cotton of the threadbare sweatshirt you always wear. You make me think of a winter's day, running down the coast in wet sticky sand as rain dances across my face when you wear this sweatshirt. Not one for extravagance, you bought it at a Goodwill as we passed through some town where the faces and buildings all melded into one smear on our canvas. As I hold my forehead against your back I wonder if the previous owner ever had someone to hold him and love him and I hope that he did.

My cold hands find their way into your pocket and your warm hands follow, fire and ice entwine and I smile at how opposite we seem to be. I kiss that spot between your shoulder blades where I know a cluster of freckles shine like stars in a midnight sky. I tell myself that someday I will find every freckle on your golden body and kiss them. A small giggle escapes my lips and you pull me around so we stand face to face. You ask me what I'm giggling about and I only smile and tell you I love you.

You pull me tighter as you stare out behind me at the birds shouting out greetings and goodbyes as they come together and then fly off again. A petite breeze curls its way around us and back up to the sky and the birds tear apart so as not to feel the cool air hit ruffled feathers. The sky screams blue at us and we notice two of the birds have flown off together, seemingly into the sun. You tell me there is nothing more beautiful then knowing you have someone, that you belong. Your lips find mine briefly and we turn to leave, following the birds into the sun.

This Is Our Life

I've decided we are going to be a story. I will write a novel about us. For us. You will be the dashing young hero and I will be the strong-willed heroine and together we will save the world. Or, at least, save ourselves from this world. It will be simple with incomplete sentances and not every i will be dotted. But such are the lives we lead, full of un-dotted i's. There will be brief interludes where I shall imagine your thoughts as you look out into the dusty sea and it will be like an old forgotten photograph somone took years ago. At times we will walk together down abandoned alleyways but not look once at one another, I will have seemed to ruined things again. But never fear, as we reach the light at the end you always throw an arm around my thin shoulders and pull me close and I will know you need me still. Though there will be times I wonder if you need me as much as you think I need you. Perhaps this will be the case. We will travel the cities and the countrysides and take photos of one another taking photos of the scenery, each of us capturing something beautiful. And at the end of the day these memories will be carefully placed in a tattered and torn shoebox we will find in chapter 2.

I think we will not become lovers, because that transistion always brings about complications. And as I said, this story is to be simple. But there will be looks with possible meaning and the reader will desperately urge me to finally "just get on with it, kiss him already, go on!" I will have to shake my head appologetically and turn away as I ever so quietly wipe away the shiny diamond of a tear threatening to show it's face. You will watch as I move away and see the gentle gesture and the reader will know as I will not that your heart beats heavy for that which you cannot know. It will be heartbreaking but I think for the best and afterall, isn't this a part of life?

In the end we will both be old and satisfied. There is a place on the beach, discovered towards the middle of chapter 7, we both instantly have a connection to. Nothing much, a log swept up from the sea, surrounded by the seagrass that grows high into the ocean's sky. When we first set our eyes upon this place there was one single yellow flower dancing in the wind and you went to pick it, to place it in my hair. I stopped you, maybe this flower was waiting for someone to come save her, like we were saving the world. So you let her be and we rested along the log and she danced for us. And now, in the final verse of our story, we go back to this place and there is not one single yellow flower but hundreds, all of them dancing for us, asking us to join them. You had never asked me to dance before, but finally in the last few sentances you take my hand and you hold me close. I can smell your skin and feel your heart beating our song and I smile to myself. The diamond of a tear breaks loose but this time I let it go.

And when our song is over we lie down once again against the log, your arm around my frame. I close my eyes for my last time so I don't see the one yellow flower that seems to have detatched itself from the hundreds, leaning close against my face. It seems to be nodding its consent so you take it and place it behind my ear. You will trace the outline of my face for the first time, for the last time, and finally close your eyes to the beauty of the sea surrounding us. Our story will be just as beautiful in death as it was in life. And in the end, we have have done our duty, if not to the world then to one another.