Summer Love
Tonight, we went to the bookstore and sat on the fringes of the café area. Laurie was absorbed in his stack of books, and I was absorbed with keeping warm, slipping my bare legs between his. The lighting and atmosphere were perfect, and they had a little ensemble playing that sort of light jazzy style that I enjoy so much. Regular café music.
When it was time to go, we stepped into the warm, full summer night, dancing closely together under Borders’ amber lights. I love the feeling of him against me, of us swaying together to his count. We went for a “moonlit stroll”-- minus the moon-- and he lifted me up, and I have never felt so safe and loved than in his arms. A lady stopped to say that we were “sweet”, and I smiled-- I like thinking that people can see how much we love each other, how much we glow.
When it was time to go, we stepped into the warm, full summer night, dancing closely together under Borders’ amber lights. I love the feeling of him against me, of us swaying together to his count. We went for a “moonlit stroll”-- minus the moon-- and he lifted me up, and I have never felt so safe and loved than in his arms. A lady stopped to say that we were “sweet”, and I smiled-- I like thinking that people can see how much we love each other, how much we glow.