Becoming Alchemists

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Mancora, Peru.

1982.

We can hear the sound of the ocean.

I never in my life thought I'd see the Pacific Ocean ...

Unbounded blue

White cresting waves.

And with our window wide open

We can see the Southern stars.

As a warm breeze flits in

Tickles our naked bodies

You and I,

Laying entwined together.

We had a cry

A good, long cry.

You, over your guilt for him

Our Him

Me, over having to part ways with Minnie

My knowing it'll be years, if not a decade, before we might see her again.

... I think about time a lot lately

Past, present, future

How cruel it is

To be trapped on a linear tightrope

But

- and this is how I survive -

We have one another.

In all things, we have one another.

And you & I

We are the type so full of emotion

We're a sensitive sort

... Perhaps we can learn to transmute our emotions

Our sorrows

Into love

And pour our love into one another.

The sound of the waves

And the sound of our breathing

Your hand on my belly

Watching it rise and fall

Rise and fall

The creak of the bed as we turn towards one another

...There they are -

Those beautiful eyes

My fingertip reaching up

Brushing lightly against your lips

As your hand slowly slides up my belly

Onto my ribcage

Just shy of my breast.

Staring at one another

I nod to you

The rest is a slow sequence of long drawn out love

Unhurried caressing

Slow, sensuous fondling

Your hands on me

And mine on you

Your lips on my skin

A honeyed touch

Lips and hands that ache with love ...

We don't speak

We just breathe

Quicker and quicker

Becoming alchemists

As we pour our love into and over one another.

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