the other to go beyond and to reach farther and deeper. We continually met the challenges and parries of the other and delighted in every success.
Eventually, even though I worked at not letting it show, fatigue took its toll. I’d stay in his arms as much as possible during the hours we had left. Dancing prohibited me from talking and kept me from saying stuff I’d be sorry for at some time in the future. Well, the bottom line was that it felt so damn good to move as a united body. It always came down to me wanting more than I could have. I was greedy and would work on not being completely broken when he left the following evening. Focusing on the positive was gonna be my strong suit, my front, my way to cope and probably the best way to cope.
Michael stayed with me in my bed that night. We stayed connected all night and ignited each other’s passion on a number of occasions during those hours. The wave rewarded us many times and even when we had had enough the wave hunted us down like a tenacious marksman, bringing us both to our knees from ‘the seizures and death throes’ while we convulsed in each other’s arms, melting into each other to strengthen our base and stand united.
After we’d settled down we talked and wondered aloud how we could even think of ever doing that again because it was so frightening. But only minutes later one of us would express a need in some tiny little move that would signal the other and we would wrap up again. Prepared for whatever came our way, we blatantly enticed and goaded the reconnect to hit us with the best shot, we both liked kissing so we kissed and then the wave hit, we’d kiss again and the wave hit again.
Even the ‘experiments’ in our sleep were interesting but I’m not sure that we learned anything new from it all.
When my eyes opened and I was fully conscience of Michael’s presence I moaned the first sound of the day. It was a good omen that the first sound was one of pleasure and expectation. Michael mimicked that moan which I took as an invitation, so I turned in his arms and rolled him over onto his back giving me greater access to all of him. He moaned again; another invite perhaps? Accepting that explanation, I covered as much of his body as I could while lying directly on top of him; quietly and slowly I spread my legs and straddled him. I kissed his neck and breathed in his ear and laced my fingers through his short hair as I squeezed him between my thighs.
Another moan, a long moan that turned into a growl came from Michael and he reversed our positions in one swift move. It was the beginning of another great ride with Michael, my Michael, the Michael given to me by the universe. I invited and accepted all that he had to give me. It was a great way to start the day.
When we were sated Michael fell back to sleep but I had stuff to get to so I started my Friday with a quick shower and my morning routine. And finally a look in the mirror proved Michael correct about the bruising as my color was nearly back to normal. The swelling was gone but my nose had a slightly different shape; the difference was so small that I’d be the only one to ever notice.
Before I headed for my coffee and the garden I started the laundry that had been neglected the day before.
Granting myself a half an hour in the garden (the same time it took for the laundry to finish washing) to bond, gather food for the morning and welcome the new day as the sun broke the horizon. Armed with an empty produce basket and my large mug of coffee, I found my way to the garden table. I sipped the hot coffee and existed in the middle of the garden, enjoyed the rich clean oxygen and the gentle communication that carried on in the wind.
When my time was nearly up in the garden I remembered the chore of collecting the needed morning produce and merely thought the need before the bounty was presented to me; my only real effort was to pick the gifts up from the ground, except for the greens, of course. Before heading back inside and to the rest of the day I tried to think of two things, a toast and a song.
The fingers of the reconnect reached out to me and I could feel Michael’s approach as profoundly as if he were shouting my name as he came. Not the style of the reconnect. The reconnect would only be privately, quietly vulgar. He brought with him his own mug and wasted no time in greeting the sun as it peeked over the horizon. He raised his mug in honor.
“May the sun give light to this day as we travel through it together, make our plans, and enjoy each other, cheers, thanks a lot, eh?”
Michael sat with me for a few minutes and then as we stood to leave Michael started our parting song and encouragement for the day.
Imagine me and you, I do
I think about you day and night, it’s only right
To think about the girl you love and hold her tight
So happy together
If I should call you up, invest a dime
And you say you belong to me and ease my mind
Imagine how the world could be, so very fine
So happy together
I can’t see me lovin’ nobody but you
For all my life
When you’re with me, baby the skies’ll be blue
For all my life
Me and you and you and me
No matter how they toss the dice, it has to be
The only one for me is you, and you for me
So happy together
I can’t see me lovin’ nobody but you
For all my life
When you’re with me, baby the skies’ll be blue
For all my life
Me and you and you and me
No matter how they toss the dice, it has to be
The only one for me is you, and you for me
So happy together
Ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba
Me and you and you and me
No matter how they toss the dice, it has to be
The only one for me is you, and you for me
So happy together
So happy together
How is the weather
So happy together
We’re happy together
So happy together
Happy together
So happy together
So happy together (ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba)’
Michael accompanied me while I ran my Friday errands which took almost no time at all. The day was ours to do with as we pleased. Instead of heading back to the house after the errands were completed I pointed the car towards the coast and we went for a drive.
Holding hands we walked on the beach at Stinson talking and enjoying the lazy pace of
