Breathe

Breathe, breathe in the air
Don't be afraid to care
Leave but don't leave me
Look around and choose your own ground

Breathe- Dark Side of the Moon. Pink Floyd

A sigh, then silence. The silence grows, fills the room.

Tension grows, builds, and becomes explosive.

The whisper of a hand sliding along material. Rough skin against smooth.

Sounds start to fill the room, a whisper of voices, murmurs in the dark.

"Here", "Yes", "Let me". Wants and needs drive the voices. Desire becomes verbal, physical, emotional. And then silence again. Desire becomes life- the full meaning of hours, days. Time stops, rushes forward, twists and turns until neither knows or cares. Irrelevant even. All that matters is the touch, the feel, the response of the other. Once again movements start to gain momentum, a push of body against body. Space is shared, exchanged. Space too is now irrelevant. Time and space mean nothing. The here and now, the you and me, two become one. One becomes the universe; chaos and stars, galaxies and molecules. All that you touch, all that you see………

An eruption- of noise, of movement, bodies falling apart. Space returns, bodies are left in a tangle, limb covering limb. A starfish of humanity. Separate, yet together. Time returns too, it pauses, speeds up. A start and stop of memories and feelings, then it returns with a metronome of harsh breathing, pounding hearts.

Voices return. Cautiously, carefully. "Did you" "Wow", "yeah", "oh God, I love ….you, this, us"

Hands move, reach, fall back, body exhausted. Drained. Energy slowly returns. Each beat of the heart brings life.

A blond head rises, eyes change focus. "hey". A cough. Louder now, "Hey", a pause. "When are they coming back? Do you have to …"

"No, they're meeting old friends from school. Reunion time, talk of protests, drives across country- hours and hours of talk. Speaking of talk, can we? I mean I know we both, well" Brown eyes turn to meet blue. The voice slows, pauses, becomes silent.

Hands become still, and then twitch in the agony of stillness.

Nanoseconds of time, then the hands move again, reach out to touch the blond hair. "Please" They stray, from the hair, to the eyes, along the chin. With a life of their own, they skitter across the face before him. Down, up and around. Slowly, thankfully, they worship the body before him. He shifts, reaches out, lips follow the path recently taken by hands. Kisses now worship the face before him. Light feather caresses, his soul reaching out through the touch of lips against skin. Another shift, a roll with his hips and more skin is accessible. He sighs, all thought of talk is lost for now, the expression of deeply felt emotions once again rules his mind.

"Seth?"

 "Mmm?"  He continues his kisses; the response requires no pause.

"Can I?"

"Mmm, anything" he continues his task, the worship of the body under him. His voice is disconnected from his mind, all his focus is on skin. Smooth skin. Skin over muscle. The phrase iron fist in a velvet glove falls through his mind. He laughs, his lips fluttering against the skin below him. Yes, a perfect description. His mind recovers, almost remembers.  He lifts his head, puzzled. "Ry, what did I just agree to?" His brain tries to focus, tries to return to the world of here and now.

Laughter rumbles through the body underneath him, a smile lights the face. Skin crinkles around blue eyes, the smile shows in the eyes. Seth notices.  Rarely do those eyes smile, he grins in return.

"The world, Seth. Just the world and you gave it to me"

Long you live and high you fly
And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be

Breathe- Dark Side of the Moon. Pink Floyd