Sunday, April 22, 2007

The kind autumn day we went for our first surf together

In the middle of the forest after very little sleep and a bit much wine last night and so much twisting in togetherness me dancing in my tights lots of talking in funny accents and making jokes and playing games then driving for hours laughing talking singing changing the music kissing you kissing me getting tired of being lost getting good again running up sand hills jumping off sand hills pulling on rubber suits jumping on boards and surfing paddling reaching pulling a catch of sea you're so brave so brave mister lion holding my breath panting pulling wading walking laughing surfing leaping up and falling down into the rumble tumbling washing machine surf popping up out of the white froth your wet hair dripping in your wet blue eyes, pooling as you look me in my wet blue eyes, so so alive, kissing.. smiling.. surfing...

Standing,
afterwards
bellies pressed together foreheads pressed together, bodies talking
simpler and truer words than our tired minds can say
Dripping, half in half out of wetsuits
cleaned out washed out worn out and
made good again
pulsing with tiredness, arms heavy, every heart beat a thud that rocks me
your heart beating pitting and patting beneath your ribs
beating against me, warm like blood like sunshine
black sand grits between my toes,
feet on a soft spongey bed of reddy brown pine needles
the light breeze, my balance wavers, i lean into your
cold flesh, sticky with salt
warmed with the white and yellow
autumn afternoon sun
that traverses through the long limbed straight spines of the pines
falling on us in sheets
warm like sun like flesh like blood

Quiet
everything gone but us, the trees, the birds and over the hill the sea
clean, the smell of pines, smell of sea
the sweet smell that is only you
the warmth of your blood and your intention warm
your belly tells my belly
warm and happy words
your face on my face
saying sweet and simple things

cold fingers trailing gooseflesh making paths
and tingling
shiverring, trembling
you're
kissing
me
the slippery satin of your wet lips and soft tongue and i am
swimming
in you dizzy and happy and my heart and rational mind not stupid or blind
and body we just feel well
all feels well

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