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.