When first the phone rang, I chanced a look at who might invade so easily a restful time held carefully in my hands.  It was he, the he who I dearly care for, as always I have, for so many years.  His invitation to lunch could ne’er be denied.  And so we sat, the two of us, at a patio table, careful not to be too familiar or too distant, and we bathed in electricity as it danced between us upon the table from which we supped.  Could never a more divine moment be so defined.  So I fell in love.

Yet rested our eyes upon a delicious meal only two tables away, one made of silly shirts wrapped about magical men.  How marvelous they seemed at that moment.  Ah, but could I reach out and touch but one of them, caress a bare arm or stroke a fragile cheek, whisper lovingly to either beauty of that which they must surely already be aware.

“How marvelous you are,” I would say.

“Yes, I know,” either would respond, “but pray I to you, tell me more.”

My lips, feeble in articulation, still would speak upon the wind such as never a man has heard.  And so I fell in love twice more.

We dined as though never before had we eaten, never before had we fed on such lavish offerings.

And when buffet and beverage had been consumed to their fullest, “Coffee?” he asked.

I smiled, “But of course.”

We stood, wallowed briefly in sunshine made just for us, made just for that moment, made wholly to fill an otherwise rainy day with magic we had long not known.  I lathered it on my face and shoulders and arms, and every other bit of exposed skin, all the while letting my eyes fill their bellies with lustful gazes.

Finally, only a step or two away from the table, he came, a majestic thing walking carefully along the sidewalk with such ease as to leave me breathless.  Nearly my soul reached out to him.  Nearly my want beckoned with a glancing blow upon his form.  To fall in love another time made me dizzy, made my mind spin in marvel.

Feet placed upon recently dry concrete willed us forward until we entered the coffee shop.

Neither two steps nor two yards passed before both we, he and I, paused, agape, in awe.  Before us, feminine charms in tow, godlike, he stood.  Barely could he or I stave off desire’s incessant plea, barely could we withhold the leaping advance to take him up in our arms, collectively or individually, until we could bestow upon him the gentle firmness of our lust, for such he deserved.

Willingly and knowingly, he engaged us in conversation with twinkling eyes of crystal blue.  I doubt he wished to seduce us thus, yet so he did, and we went willingly.  Somehow, as if told by the song of birds gathering in trees whose shade we had yet to enjoy, he intentionally cast his spell over the very ground we walked on, and I think he did so joyfully, as one who revels in seeing the power they wield without using it.  My heart shook to feel such passion yet one more time that day.

As though my bosom could bare no more of such matters, we made our way to the store where we might both make purchases of necessary sundries and things and such.  To my amazement and dismay, and before we entered the establishment, mine eyes stumbled upon otherworldly splendor.  Even as we commented as to how lovely a person he was, we, the first love and I, stood firmly on our conviction that we would not tarry with such mundane business.

Yet who do you suppose took responsibility for helping us betwixt collection and car, who chose to kiss us with smiles and brightly lit eyes in which I found myself lost?  The very same god who filled my vision with fantasies before I had even stepped from fiery cement to cool tile.  He controlled my every thought long before he touched my hand.  Even then I wondered how a human could withstand so much ardor in one day.

[written a few weeks ago, as it would matter most to those who know]