Tranquility
the serrated mountain-tops cut the clouds in the distance, as if reaching through the cottony white for the skies above. the mountains are a dark band, laid against the pale blue skies. the snows are melting, exposing the darker rock beneath. nature has a way of making me feel very small, and you have a way of making me feel big again. snuggled against me, your head against my shoulder, we sit quietly, looking at the vista around us. the silence speaks a thousand words, each word whispering a different story, and a different time, of you and me. a smile plays on your lips, loving the solitude here, you and me lost in our own world.
at this high altitude, the panorama is heart-stirring. far below us is a long, winding road, stretching out on both sides as far as the eye can see. i know at one end of the road is this old-fashioned bakery, with little scones that melt in your mouth, and hot breads that line the windows, filling the air with their freshly-baked scent. we sat on the wooden tables outside there yesterday, watching the pats of home-made butter and fresh honey trickle down the slices of bread, and gobbling up mouthfuls. then, you fed the birds and squirrels, while i regaled you with silly tales of cats and dolphins who were friends! and as we ambled along the road, i picked you fresh spring daisies that grew in clumps, pretty against the verdant green of the grass and the trees on one side, and the grey and dusty dirt road on the other.
running along the road some distance away is a clear brook, coming straight down from the mountains, as it trickles and ripples over the smooth white pebbles which make the stream bed. it's early spring, and ice crystals still bespeckle the sparkling water, catching the sunlight and splitting it into a myriad rainbows. i snapped away with my camera, as you sat among the rocks there, alternately pouting and giggling with glee. the tall mountains looked upon us silently, benign smiles from their crags and cliffs, it's almost as if we seek their approval.
your lips are hungry against mine, your tongue alive. i breathe deep, and feel you filling me, completing me. your hands are in my hair, your eyes close in rapt bliss. the bunch of daisies lying on the rug bear witness to our passion, their yellow eyes smiling at us. i trail a white petal on your cheek and trace the little dimple there. i raise myself, and tease your lips with the petal. the velvety softness of it raises goosebumps as slowly it skims against the soft white skin of your neck. i reach down to kiss the goosebumps on your chest, as they run wild. once again your hands are in my hair, but this time, they're asking, urging. you exhale slowly, almost afraid that the moment shall escape, but you know that it shall forever remain in memory.
later, we lay back, recovering in each other's arms, and look at the logs making up the ceiling. dark grain running one way, lighter the other. your head on my chest, as you snuggle tighter against me, pulling the dark blue fleece blanket around us. a slightly fruity whiff of your shampoo in the air, and the musky heat of two bodies in earnest conversation. i reach down to kiss your forehead, as you turn to look into my eyes, a look with a million thoughts of an eternity together. you turn around, and reach up to me, and i taste coffee on your lips, coffee with a hint of chocolate, just the way you like it.
again at night we sit on the bench, huddled together as the slight breeze still bears testament to a winter just passed. the curving crescent of the early moon wan against the striking view that unfolds in front of us, paling into nothingness against the radiance of your happy smile as you sit here, ensconcing yourself in me. white stars far far away, grazing like sheep on the black velvet of the night's sky. vapour rises from the cap of the thermos, and as you sip the coffee slowly, the puffs of steam from our breath entwine into one, wrapping this moment up like yet another timeless memory.
at this high altitude, the panorama is heart-stirring. far below us is a long, winding road, stretching out on both sides as far as the eye can see. i know at one end of the road is this old-fashioned bakery, with little scones that melt in your mouth, and hot breads that line the windows, filling the air with their freshly-baked scent. we sat on the wooden tables outside there yesterday, watching the pats of home-made butter and fresh honey trickle down the slices of bread, and gobbling up mouthfuls. then, you fed the birds and squirrels, while i regaled you with silly tales of cats and dolphins who were friends! and as we ambled along the road, i picked you fresh spring daisies that grew in clumps, pretty against the verdant green of the grass and the trees on one side, and the grey and dusty dirt road on the other.
running along the road some distance away is a clear brook, coming straight down from the mountains, as it trickles and ripples over the smooth white pebbles which make the stream bed. it's early spring, and ice crystals still bespeckle the sparkling water, catching the sunlight and splitting it into a myriad rainbows. i snapped away with my camera, as you sat among the rocks there, alternately pouting and giggling with glee. the tall mountains looked upon us silently, benign smiles from their crags and cliffs, it's almost as if we seek their approval.
your lips are hungry against mine, your tongue alive. i breathe deep, and feel you filling me, completing me. your hands are in my hair, your eyes close in rapt bliss. the bunch of daisies lying on the rug bear witness to our passion, their yellow eyes smiling at us. i trail a white petal on your cheek and trace the little dimple there. i raise myself, and tease your lips with the petal. the velvety softness of it raises goosebumps as slowly it skims against the soft white skin of your neck. i reach down to kiss the goosebumps on your chest, as they run wild. once again your hands are in my hair, but this time, they're asking, urging. you exhale slowly, almost afraid that the moment shall escape, but you know that it shall forever remain in memory.
later, we lay back, recovering in each other's arms, and look at the logs making up the ceiling. dark grain running one way, lighter the other. your head on my chest, as you snuggle tighter against me, pulling the dark blue fleece blanket around us. a slightly fruity whiff of your shampoo in the air, and the musky heat of two bodies in earnest conversation. i reach down to kiss your forehead, as you turn to look into my eyes, a look with a million thoughts of an eternity together. you turn around, and reach up to me, and i taste coffee on your lips, coffee with a hint of chocolate, just the way you like it.
again at night we sit on the bench, huddled together as the slight breeze still bears testament to a winter just passed. the curving crescent of the early moon wan against the striking view that unfolds in front of us, paling into nothingness against the radiance of your happy smile as you sit here, ensconcing yourself in me. white stars far far away, grazing like sheep on the black velvet of the night's sky. vapour rises from the cap of the thermos, and as you sip the coffee slowly, the puffs of steam from our breath entwine into one, wrapping this moment up like yet another timeless memory.
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