Summer's End

They are beautiful. A young man and woman. They make their way across the deck to the loungers waiting for them. Each with their starbucks cups, an ipod, and no awareness of the beauty at their side. She hands him the sunblock from her bag, he hands her the book she just dropped. No words exchanged. He applies the lotion to his chest, stomach, arms, and legs...looks over, hands her the bottle and lays face down on his towel. She silently rubs the lotion into his back. No lingering caresses. He sits up takes the bottle back from her as she lies down opposite him. He also, does not linger as he spreads a shield over her back. He places the bottle by the side of her lounger and lies on his back with eyes closed. She sits up and completes her sunblock application. She lies on her back, grabs her book.

No words. Not even a familiar loving glance. As if they are strangers. But they move as one. Is this love? Is this what everyone lives for?

A dip in the pool and back to the chairs. Both of them at the same time. A short nap.

After awhile, they gather up their things and leave. Together, without speaking, without smiling, they leave.

Passion's Kiss

The rain is about to start. I can smell it. The earthy clean scent of silver black clouds and thunder. The cool breeze that's not quite cold and not quite warm. Refreshing. A flash of purple in the night. Streaks of passion stirring my soul. My breath catches with every rumble and flash. I am drawn towards the doors with a racing heart. To embrace the power of the storm is my only wish. The first drops against my upturned eyelids are gentle kisses. kisses which lead to another and another. Always stronger and quicker than the one before. It isn't long before I am drenched in moistness. Embraced by my storm-lover. I shiver from such an all-consuming show of affection and too soon my love pulls away. Leaving the gentle kisses of the beginning on my face and hands. Drifting away. The clouds part. The Man in the Moon can see which bits of moisture are lingering kisses and which are tears of abandonment. He shines a comforting glow to reassure me that I am not alone. I smile at my friend the moon and turn away.