The Geology of First Meetings

Like the land where he was raised, he held both hardness and tenderness within. Deep bedrock scraped against the tender green closer to his edges making them blur together when he found himself under the spell of her kindness.

Her eyes were earnest and gracious.
They were eyes whose beauty he doubted he could ever truly know.

There was no doubt of her intentions as her summer dress fell to the ground leaving only a statue of weathered ivory. She was beautiful in her stillness. He left no doubt of his objective when he embraced her moments later and pressed carefully into soft soils where lives are made and lost.

Planted quietly inside her beauty, he understood the depths of her gift and cried.