Domesticating Green

Lovers at a Platform

A woman gave her heart to a man she met for scarcely a moment. At a train station, in a crowd, a brief meeting of eyes and her heart was his. She tucked it away stealthily in his pocket, the one closest to his heart. Quiet unknowingly he took it away with him, only stealing one more glance over his shoulder as he ascended up the train stairs.

Her breath caught in her throat, she raised her hand in a soft goodbye sending a kiss to him as quick as she could. Ignoring a tugging on her shirt she wondered what attracted her to him? The aquiline cut of his nose? Or the delicate curve of his lips, almost out of place in all of his rugged handsomeness. Perhaps it was the way he had his hat set in his head, at the very crown, haphazardly sliding to the side. No, she was certain it was because of his hands. They were just what a man's hands should be.

They were large. Nearly too long. Fingers thick and strong, the knots of his knuckles as stiff as stones. His nails were carefully tended to, each nail delicately cut and trimmed. They shook. She was certain she was the only one who knew. His knuckles, his large, Herculean knuckles were white as he tightened his grip on his bag once more-afraid it would slip away or reassurance that it was still there-she didn't know which. Yes, it was those hands that decided it. She had no choice once she saw those hands.

Shaking off prying fingers she or gored the echo of her name falling from her sister's lips as she pushed through the crowd. She slipped in between sobbing mothers and hysterical lovers, lithely avoiding waving hands holding damp handkerchiefs. Her steps quicken as the train's whistle blew. Grabbing a boarding soldier she stuttered, "Give this to the blonde soldier, the one with his hat sliding to the side."

The young man nodded with questioning eyes as he took the scrap of paper with her address scribbled on it.

She watched through the window as the train started to pull away. Viciously she gnawed in her lips as the soldier approached her soldier, for her had become hers already. She smiled with glee as he took the scrap of paper. Once again their eyes met through the window. A smile pulled at his lips, exposing a dimple in his cheek. Bringing the piece of paper to his lips he kissed it, eyes on her all the while.

She struggled to breath as the air around her became hot. She could feel a blush crawling through her from the vey soles of her feet. Sending another kiss in the air towards her beloved she was absolutely certain her would write.