Brother, son, friend and now husband to the native American woman Radical. March the ninth the day before spring it was I and Radical's love anniversary. Radical never look this beautiful before, white nightgown, white ankle bracelet, two white flower wrist band and a white hair band.
"You are beautiful Radical." I said stroking her cheek.
My swan took my hand from her face and kissed it. "So are you."
Kneeling before each other face to face on the bed we share, twiddling
with our findings hand in hand and loving eyes contact with smiles. "You are the first woman I ever love and I thank you for that." I smiled.
"You're the second man I ever loved but I realized that my first husband wanted my family fortune and not me."
"I want your love not your money and if you hadden I would be alone forever."
"Don't say that."
Protest. "It's true no other woman could have me let alone look for a lover. I love you."
"No I love you, more."
We made love. We understood each other completely... "Mmm." Connected in ways I have always yearned for but never thought possible.
We folded into each other and didn't let go, just as one season holds on to and then yields to the next. "Leonardo."
We became as one. "*Gasp!*" It was as if our two bodies, our twin souls, ceded to a spiritual level of inferable inseparability. "Oh, wife." A state of bliss I had always tried to attain through my years of study but never attained. I see now I could not have done so alone.
Was this love? No! That more than love. It was trancence. Perpetual spring. Unending blossom.
We eventually stepped back for a time, stepped back into time into each other's stories.
She tires and I tire. I rest the swan's head above firm pillow, lay beside sideways stroking the swan's cheek. I yearned for such desires but not anymore. My Radical, wife, swan.