Without ever having to look
it was easy to see why this time
she was the one girl,
unlike the rest.
There was never a need to
have that type of discussion,
where things had to be spelled out
she already knew
without ever asking.
A refreshing quench for sure,
the drought has taken its toll.
Age, youth and beauty
are logical triggers or answers for sure.
This kind of girl
doesn’t want to hide or deny
the way she wishes to be felt inside.
Just like that,
it was a fresh set of eyes
staring back at him now.
Each new night that he’s been with her
it’s been this little cherished state
without ever needing to ask her
to adjust the temperament of their room.
It’s like,
she already knows
without asking
just how tepid
he wanted her mood.
This one will be treated differently,
without first names or cues
they’ll interact in a more
natural-giving kind of way
where everything
is cyclical and never ending.
They’ll slip up close
very neatly
and whisper how it is to feel
now that they’re finally alone.
There are somethings
that need to be quietly said,
it shouldn’t be too hard to read
with her fresh new eyes
reading his.
He already loved how
she can look at something
and tell him,
using just a look.
It’s intoxicating to be flooded
after being deprived for so long,
stuck in that drought for decades.
He already knew he needed her,
in fact, she’d be the one
with the best chance
to get them safely down
the Garden’s path.
With yesterday firmly behind them,
today it rained.
For the first time in years
no more shallow excuses
explaining why something can’t happen.
There was an abundance
of water now.
She’s an all night drug
sipped slowly at the top of each hour.
She gives the curve of her hip
to help balance his gait,
and he held tightly to her because
he wasn’t going to lose his grip.
It’s her body
she can do what she wants with it
and for the first time
it isn’t awkward giving
sharing the light
highlighting the path
out in front of them both.
Tonight when things get heavy
she’s worried that
her feet will shift in the sand,
she’ll get stuck
and not know how to answer.
He told her,
the tide will come and overtake her
she won’t be able to swim
she’ll drown.
Just let that happen
because she’ll awake with new eyes.
Just as she predicted
a rogue wave swept in
and overtook her.
At first,
it was overwhelming and too much
she managed to calm herself, still,
she was positive she’d drown.
She’d definitely need
someone to save her.
She remembered the words,
sipped and let go.
Thank goodness
when this morning arrived
she opened her eyes
thinking her dream was just that,
some grand adventure.
Her vision was somehow different,
not fully restored
she felt the grit
between the layers of sheets. and toes.
It was something more than that,
everything had a sparkled glow about it.
With a fresh set of eyes
she looked back on last night
with newness
it was like seeing double,
had she really drowned?
Impossible, and yet,
her bed was soaked
and she turned and started to count
the hours between each wave.
She remembered being
weightless and afloat
and these blinding lights
perhaps her eyes
weren’t remembering right.
Recharged,
she felt alive
and it’s just now
as she looks out across her room
she feels completely
loved by him.
