It's as if someone is making minor changes to the gravity in the room. The feeling of disorientation quickly passes and then there is the abiding silence.
Within the silence is the sum of a million intangibles that all come together in just the right way at just the right time. She spoke in the winterland of truth or so it seemed. It wasn’t arousal in her voice but a not-too-distant cousin. The sheets were still damp and rumpled from a recent coupling. Satisfying, but not truly fulfilling.
Outside, the leaves whisper as a mild wind blows through them, and calls of nocturnal birds haunt the woods. Tiny drops of rain padder against the window like thimble drums announcing the storm. Will this become a mere footnote in life’s ever-growing tragic lore or the genesis of something only imagined?
The atmosphere trembles in the darkening night as she spoons into his warm, naked body. A distant wisp of lightning flickers, briefly silhouetting the entangled bodies on the bed. The dynamics of arousal are mitigated by the simple need to meld softly together…share something more. He slowly strokes her shoulders, feeling the tautness of her muscled back as she rolls onto her stomach. She groans deeply as each muscle is relaxed. Reaching for a pillow, it is pulled tightly to her chest as one knee is bent upwards and her plump, firm ass is cocked at an angle.
The quiet, nasal rasp of her breathing confirms slumber has overtaken her. He rolls out of bed, picks up a pair of elastic-waisted shorts, and slips them on. Walking into the kitchen overlooking the distant wooded cemetery, he stands before the sliding glass doors momentarily before he slides the door open and steps onto the covered patio. He breathes deeply, smelling the storm-ionized air, the freshness of the night embracing his body.
