like one awaiting spring (5/30/6)

The exquisite blue butterfly gently rests upon the moist branch and I think of you. A robin sings a morning melody outside my window and I hear your voice. A new born sprout breaks through the once hard ground and I see your hand reaching towards mine. Like one awaiting Spring, I await your return.

The day you arrive I feel the air for a sign - for some clue - as to where you are, how close you are to me. Outside I look north, while inside I scurry about the house; moving this, wiping that; with the enthusiasm of a lone honey bee in a field full of clover. And like the bee, my body quivers ever so slightly but not from cold; it's the anticipation of your ever approaching warmth which races through me. I feel my heart begin to thaw and the pain of our separation begin to melt away. And then at once my face flushes - reddened by your blessed heat - you are here.

And, like the first touch of Spring, words hold little import at first, for those same words we've used everyday to help speed along those long wintry stretches apart, and now we don't need them - we are together. Two bodies cling together as one, desperately trying to occupy the same space. Familiar fields rediscovered anew, reuniting in ageless pleasures again - and again - and each time as magnificent as the very first. The sounds outside fade to nothingness - as do the walls - and the bed - as our chests breathe and our hearts beat faster and faster...and as one. We frantically refill our souls with all our senses alive, celebrating each other - celebrating now.

Later, much later, as our hearts once again begin to slow and our skin once again begins to dry, we lie and are embraced by the sensations of Spring; your hand reaches for mine like a new born sprout breaking through the once hard soil and a robin sings a morning melody outside our window.

I hold you in my arms, never to let you go and, as the moist branch gently rests upon the exquisite blue butterfly, we sleep...