...and he had been for a light time. Bob was talking to him earlier, he could still picture that, and there was something about a tree, and then She was.
“Is that an extra rib in your chest or are you just happy to see me?”
Crap. Did I really say that? Thank Bob, She laughed. It wasn’t like anything I’d heard from Him. Pure vibrations went through me like soft waves.
“Madam, I’m Adam.”
Seemed more appropriate but when she sees me seeing her I’m terrified she knows I’m a fraud, only created earlier in the light. Bob said this great darkness would happen before the light again, but all those dots and shapes are too fun to close your eyes to; and even when you do it’s the color of the cold ocean, and not the darkness of before. There’s one that’s a little too bright shining right at me– but I can’t move when she’s breathing into me so deeply– so I’ll think about that instead of the light.
It still feels warm on my neck where she breathed and consumed me, on my back where her tight grip tore at me. Talk about good, Bob. That was good.
Yes, I know, the thing about the tree.
Yes, I will name all the stuff tomorrow but right now my jaw needs to stretch, and I’m eating the air and I can taste the petrichor from where our sweat settled beneath us, and I want to stay in the moment we rise and fall at the same time and fill the air with the essence of us, and I want to spend the whole time, light and darkness, absorbing all of this, and also making her laugh again and again – and I can’t think what’s coming next but it feels soft like her breath on my chest and her head on my shoulder and it’s too nice not to surrender and now it’s just my breath and her hair and now
* * * *
He laid his head down in exhaustion, acquiescense, bliss. The soft green grass hugged him all over (except where she lay covering him and where his arm could feel her life-force peacefully pumping), and he was warm and unworried.
Suddenly, He thought.
He was.
Asleep.