They lay there, dusk upon them, legs and bodies intertwined.
He wrapped his arms around her, breathed her in and kissed her bare shoulder.
She settled into him, closed her eyes and her body softened as she began to doze. He gently found her wrist, baring the scars of decades before, and ever so carefully scaled their rise.
His touch a whisper so softly she almost didn't notice.
And then she did.
From deep within her rose a tenderness for him, her breath skipped and she knew - he was becoming the encyclopedia of her.
A single tear acknowledged her exposure - and his witness -
and then, she slept.
Five of my favorite things: 1: beautiful aesthetic – think Italian linen, French laundry tables, three dozen sunset shades of peonies. . . / 2: the smell of my children’s heads / 3: gastronomy – the art of badass food / 4: earl grey tea with milk and honey / 5 : the Mediterranean Sea