The things that most go unseen, rarely go unheard. And the best thing is, Ted has eyes like a hawk.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
swimming
the warm sun drenched their bodies for hours. swimming laughing playing the first warm rays of spring against their ebony bodies that winter had held so long in its embrace. the clear sunlight danced on the surface of the water and as they pulled themselves out of the still chill water they lay on the warm dock. words were not needed they had moved past words and into something more real. the cool air began to blow and chill bumps formed across their backs where the small droplets of water began to dry and disappear. they looked at one another. each laying with their cheek pressed against the spring warmed dock. they pondered each other and gazed into the blue and green pools that were before them, knowing that these pools were warmer and more satisfying than the one they were floating on. the pools began to close. they began to flicker as the coolness fled and the warm sun began to overtake their senses. slowly they were being lifted. heaviness was added to their still breathing each one hanging on trying to swim in the others eyes a bit longer but it was no use. the rolling waves patting against the side of the dock like a metronome slowly sped them away. one small soft hand in a large warm one they journeyed on and kept swimming long after the sun had fallen and the cool of the spring night set in.
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