The silver brook gurgled and rushed underneath my naked feet as they gently stuck to the mossy and polished stones that peeked up from between the billows of liquid. I tread silently and made a trail across the giggling rush of water. My goal was the beautiful creature on the bank.
A pale man of twenty-three, his hair black as pitch, stood waiting on the shore, his eyes flaming with patience and exultation. I stepped onto the fine sand, and it enveloped my toes and ankles as I stared into his tender sea-colored eyes. Fireflies winked around us in the shadows like planets in the vault of heaven. Their gentle amber glow lit the contours of his narrow face. We did not speak, but encircled each other's arms. And so, the dance began.
Neither of us looked away from the other as we swiftly spiraled across the waterfront to a tune that we could not make out, but it seemed to murmur from our very selves. We progressed along the embankment, he swinging me around with a breezy air.
And just as we started so easily, our tempo hindered until we were positively still, encompassed in each other's arms.
We did nothing for a few moments apart from look fixedly into the other's eyes. The warm air embraced us, as well as each other, and we basked in the humidity that hung in the wind and dripped in each other's hair.
Oh, how wonderful it is to exist, to be. I could want nothing more out of my life than to just abide here.
Here with him.
We would need nothing more than each other.
If I could wish for anything right now, it would be for this moment to never cease. To lay forever trapped in his safekeeping and pleasant arms. When our skin touches, it is the dearest of secrets that I ache to conserve for evermore.
We were quiet. I could hear the melodious warble of early fowl, in position for a new day. The trees were beginning to blush with the faint hue of the rising Star. Morning. So soon? I wasn't ready to let go.
He lightly caressed me, and kissed me goodbye. His heavy hand lingered in mine before he began to step away. I grinned, complacent. This wasn't the end, the true goodbye. I would see him again.
Goodnight, my love.