13 April 2012
Today, in the meadow, we sat silently hugged in the green light, the bright sunshine shone down, your soft skin was warmed and by mid afternoon was brushed pink. We sat amongst the different grasses and weed-flowers, the dandelions perfect and undisturbed, wavering in the cool breeze. I crossed my bare legs and watched as you closed your eyes and breathed in. The breath filled your chest and lifted your body.
So perfect.
The smile which emanated from your being was overwhelming, adding a new dimension to my own happiness. Happy to be with you, again. But happier still to sense your comfort with me, safe to be free and frivolous, the unspoken love made my heart sing. A sound, a song which joined with the meadow’s tones, where colour sang a perfect harmony with the taste in the breeze and the quiet undertones of trees and streams. The melody could have been anything I chose, on the condition it suited the feeling of our day and fit the unspoken words between us.
As you exhaled your eyes slowly opened, one and then the other, they focused to find mine and and you beamed at me. My own sun. Not breaking the tenderness of your gaze, I unfolded my legs slowly and lowered my body to nestle myself in the tall grass. It tickled my unsleeved arms as it swayed in the breeze. With my head cushioned by my own two hands, my eyes then shut, just as yours had. I lay very still and cared not that I was being watched, so long as it was only by you.
Dozing, I felt your movement disturb my drifting thoughts. My eyes remained shut as I felt your skin lightly brush against my elbow. Your hair sending the most minute of electric impulse to my brain, signalling your presence. Your head grew heavier as you used the crease made by the meeting of my forearm and upperarm to cradle your head, the only part of you which touched me.
We lay very still for all the hours which we were permitted, which sadly amounted to very little. Breaking the silence at this point was unthinkable, nothing should distract from the acute awareness of our closeness. There would be other hours once these had passed, when our words would compensate for the distance between us.
But for now, here we were.
But For Now, Here We Were • Opuss № I