Numero Siete Y La Playa

We spend most of the day together.
Mellow activities. 
Lonesome conversations, warm and welcome.


I ignore the fact that I asked her anything the day before.
I'm not humming and buzzing as hard as before.
Having released most of my vomit-of-the-mouth, my body felt light as I tiptoed on the tightrope connecting our paths.


We walk the Venice strip.
The original intention of finding a particular henna design now void as many of the shops were closing; sunset is here.
We next direct ourselves to the horizon.
Our company of four manage several photos savoring what was left of the parting sun.
On an island beyond where the others' eyes could see, my thoughts wonder on her.
Picking at what her answer would be: Would she need several other days? Was she still in need of revealing? 
Calm.
I breathe. 
Walking.
Soft sand between our toes.
Slight bumping of arms as we comfortably walk beside the other; closer than platonic friends should.


About that question.. You don't have to..


Yes.


Huh? Yes?


Yes.


Well, I was just gonna ask... wait..yes? like yes?! 
Are you sure? 


Still in slight shock..I confess that from her silence on the matter throughout the day, I was quite sure that she was not interested.
Her following words quell my storm of doubt.






They're running up behind us..
Reunited, our company are half oblivious to the intensity of the previous moment.
Sweating, pumping, twisting: all invisible.


First time for many things.
Twilight nips at our heels. 
The revelation of her being the love of my life not yet recognized, we return to the concrete land. 
A blanket of night wraps around us as our fingers interlock; we giggle and smile, growing closer with each passing moment. 
Now united in a way that I don't expect to sever ever.
The first of many car rides together as this new body. We learn to share our limbs, our parts. 
(To think of my distance from you now at this very moment, I feel incomplete. I am missing my hands and feet. My other set of eyes. Where has my other half gone? Tears.)
Our fingers kiss before our lips do.
Siamese almost. I close my eyes. They swim in a sweet vanilla space of euphoria as I embrace your hold. 
I radiate.


Movies tonight.
A twisted joke played on us as Going the Distance is selected by the rest of our company. 
We've only days together.
I didn't laugh.


Even so, I am captivated.
We shatter the walls and spaces that were before appropriately placed.
We, a new person; between the two of us is naught other than whatever He who dwells in shamayim is privy to.
Squeeze me closer.
Her eskimos are my favorite.
All of my senses...they are not enough; I wish for more only to inhale her even moreso.


Our first kiss and kiss and kiss happen here.