Frankie stood by the arrival area. When I saw her beautiful face mine
brightened. A few steps away from her I dropped my bag and kissed her soft
lips. Her touches light and warm. I picked up my bag and she gently took my
hand. We wandered through the crowds of people and into a taxi.
Once we got to her apartment I felt like I was at home. Frankie smiled, "You like it? I've been trying to make it homey for your arrival."
"The place looks wonderful." I replied.
She pulled me close to her by my shirt whispering, "I'm happy you lost that white neck thing."
I laughed, "Yah well, it started to bother my neck."
"Did you take care of the missing Gospel?" Frankie asked me seriously.
"Yes, it's in safe hands."
"Thank God!" She stared past the ceiling high to the Heavens.
For once I could kiss her without feeling any guilt. I could lie beside her in a bed without feeling as though I've committed a travesty against the Church. Embracing her in my arms I lost all reason that I searched for. She made everything seem so simple. I lifted her small wrists into my view examining her scars. They were vague. Almost completely unnoticeable and I let my lips slide across them.
"They took out the stitches when you were gone." Frankie said staring at the light scars.
"I can barely notice that any wounds were made here." I observed.
She laughed in her carefree way, "I know! Isn't it great!"
I went into the bathroom and got dressed into some more comfy clothes. Then I brushed my teeth. When I came out Frankie sat praying on the floor. I smiled broadly. After her stigmatic experience she had regained a new faith. Neither of us would worship in a huge church ever again but we could pray silently at home.
Quietly I kneeled down beside her. I prayed to God without words. I thanked him for all that he had given me; Frankie, a new life, and a new understanding of the world around me. Frankie's sweet kisses brought me out of my trance. She lay on her bed and I went and lay beside her. My arms held her close to me and our heads touched.
There was a certain value in the relationship we had. I valued how we could just lay here in each other's arms sleeping blissfully. Her voice came soothingly, "it's a wonder that the Church didn't excommunicate you. They just let you walk off?"
"Yes, they let me walk off." I didn't believe it at the time either.
"Strange." She judged. Then we became silent. We fell asleep in the comfort of each other's arms.
Once we got to her apartment I felt like I was at home. Frankie smiled, "You like it? I've been trying to make it homey for your arrival."
"The place looks wonderful." I replied.
She pulled me close to her by my shirt whispering, "I'm happy you lost that white neck thing."
I laughed, "Yah well, it started to bother my neck."
"Did you take care of the missing Gospel?" Frankie asked me seriously.
"Yes, it's in safe hands."
"Thank God!" She stared past the ceiling high to the Heavens.
For once I could kiss her without feeling any guilt. I could lie beside her in a bed without feeling as though I've committed a travesty against the Church. Embracing her in my arms I lost all reason that I searched for. She made everything seem so simple. I lifted her small wrists into my view examining her scars. They were vague. Almost completely unnoticeable and I let my lips slide across them.
"They took out the stitches when you were gone." Frankie said staring at the light scars.
"I can barely notice that any wounds were made here." I observed.
She laughed in her carefree way, "I know! Isn't it great!"
I went into the bathroom and got dressed into some more comfy clothes. Then I brushed my teeth. When I came out Frankie sat praying on the floor. I smiled broadly. After her stigmatic experience she had regained a new faith. Neither of us would worship in a huge church ever again but we could pray silently at home.
Quietly I kneeled down beside her. I prayed to God without words. I thanked him for all that he had given me; Frankie, a new life, and a new understanding of the world around me. Frankie's sweet kisses brought me out of my trance. She lay on her bed and I went and lay beside her. My arms held her close to me and our heads touched.
There was a certain value in the relationship we had. I valued how we could just lay here in each other's arms sleeping blissfully. Her voice came soothingly, "it's a wonder that the Church didn't excommunicate you. They just let you walk off?"
"Yes, they let me walk off." I didn't believe it at the time either.
"Strange." She judged. Then we became silent. We fell asleep in the comfort of each other's arms.