her
head is on my lap
eyes
closed
curled
into fetal position
on
the couch
her
black hair sprawled
across
my skin
i
gently caress her
i
move into a spoon
my
hand now caressing
her
swollen pregnancy
she
can feel my mood
press
against her bottom
both
of us clothed
she
slowly turns on the couch
faces
me
my
caress finds her face
the
silken skin of her hand
finds
my manhood
my
mood maneuvers
and
consumes
my
hands gently
engulf
her
swollen breasts
before
i can react
my
relief is in her velvet hand
the
mess is ignored
i
recover
and
tenderly kiss her
caress
her face
move
into a soft embrace
whisper,
“i love you”
she
tightens her hold on me
arms
encircled
and
whispers,
“that’s
a good thing”
then
adds,
“leave
a light on in the night for me so i can find you”
a
line from our song
i
tighten my hold on her
both
of us lost in this embrace
so
much has happened
so
much to forgive
so
much to forget
and
at this moment
none
of it matters
i
don’t care what she did or didn’t do
she
doesn’t care what i’ve done or intended to do
she
relaxes her arms,
whispers,
“let’s
go to the beach”
i
think of my last visit to the beach
and
the beating my friend and i took
from
the group of men who descended on us
but
i say nothing
release
her
we
go to clean up
dress
for going out
take
our places in the car
drive
and ride
till
our feet find the sand
empty
of all who make their way
in
the heat of the day
the
moon is full
bright
it
masks the fact
that
it is night
“leave
a light on in the night for me”
i
remark
“no
human being sight
calm
the wind
calm
the seas”
she
replies
then
a police beach cruiser pulls up
and
chases us off the shoreline
and
onto the sidewalk
“this
is l.a.” i say
“it
has buildings where people pray
a
society of social media
where
media figures
hold
court
and
relevance is reached
in
the number of followers
who
read your tweets
but
nowhere is there a place
where
two lovers can take a moonlight stroll”
she
squeezes my hand
pulls
me back onto the sand
till
we reach the shore
strips
off her clothes
and
walks into the cold ocean’s roar
turns
with a look that challenges me
to
match my words with action
i
peel off the layers amid the distraction
the
water a violent jolt against my flesh
the
cold takes my breathe
but
she gives me mouth to mouth
my
moon-tan mimics the night
her
pregnant form takes flight
she
pushes me on to my back and mounts me
the
water hitting us in cycles
of
the waves reacting to the pull
of
the moon
my
sweet jenny what can i say
the
freedom now being shown me
i
never could find while walking
the
dark streets of decay
***
(i want to bathe with you in the sea)
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