roar

Like the sunlight filtered through a crystal bottle of tonic water telling time by the fingers of dew tickling down the bottle’s curves like the subtle sweat on her hips as she stood on top of the stairs that day. As they drove the silence made her feel uneasy with words in her head that she couldnt choose. Frustrated, she kissed his cheek just to see him smile. Quickly he held out his hand eyes focused on the road. Relieved, she locked fingers as his smile lit up across his face. He stared ahead at a future unseen to her but she trusted he would guide and when the car parked he would turn to her and charm the fuzzy _ inside... sprawled out blankets upon the grass, the hair of the earth mother, “this is the bandana” he said feeling the weaves of the native blanket, “and we are the hat top, tipped.” he said swaying his arm slightly. With an amused tone she replied “I think you’re just tipsy.” “But I’m laying down, not tipsy, just goofy.” She didnt know what to say but she always knew how to to express their connection. And he smiled in the sun wondering what she was thinking and simply being happy there, together.