The lyrics floated from the speakers:
If you see the light turn gold, come out tonight and we'll get stoned
I don't want to get old, I don't want to get old
He looked at her as she lie there naked and beautiful, like a cherry on a mountain of white whipped cream sheets. The sunlight, coming in from the small stained-glass window, was all colored in gold and soft pastels. It kissed her hips and spilled itself out over her glistening thighs. It refracted and bent toward her face, looking longingly into her eyes, illuminating them like jewels in a display case.
A light sweat and a listless smile, the unconcealed evidence of their love.
They'd often wake like this on weekends, their affection rising with the sun. He lie beside her after opening the window to let in the air, which before, had held its ear to the painted glass, whispering excitedly against its surface. The sound of parrots punctuated the silence in between changing songs.
I was sitting on a rock just waiting for a key to sleep inside the house of old serenity
So I climbed up to your alter, begged please, don't let me falter
His hand danced idly across her skin; down the small of her back, up the notches in her spine, across her slender shoulders, and then rested around her neck, just below her jaw, his thumb gently touching her face. Her riptide eyes drew him into her, pulling him madly toward her whirlpool heart. He could feel it beating faintly beneath his fingers. Her pulse spoke to him, revealing morse code mysteries, secrets as old as time. Their minds were clear and blue, brilliant as the sky. She smiled and wrapped him in her warm cotton touch.
"Are you hungry," he asked in a whisper, his lips just below her ear, pressing softly against her neck.
"Mmm, I could," she said.
"Could what," he asked, softer.
"...eat," she breathed.
The music possessed them, it moved around the room humming, twinkling and wet, painting wind-chime memories with their beating hearts.
Should've known better to stay asleep
No comments:
Post a Comment