Love Story

Colorful birds flying above our heads,

Swoop in graceful arcs before they land.

The stillness of God's lush green earth

The whisper of rustling among the leaves and assorted ferns.

Hand in hand we walk as man and woman

Louder and louder our voices ring with frustration and anger.

The silky satiness of my skin against yours,

the kinky matted hairs of your chest on my face.

Slower and slower times feels; faster and faster our joined hearts beat.

The day we part is heavy with humid air and cooling rains.

Feet splashing in puddles; hair matted to wet shiny faces.

Staring into eyes once warm, now gone cold like a forgotten coffee.

Fingers clenched, jaw set.

Voices rising and falling; my tears and inaudible bawling.

Alone to watch the thirsty earth greedily drink up the silent pouring rain; only to dry up at the first sighy of the sun's blazing rays.

And so it starts again with me when a pair of chocolate brown eysa and a pretty smile cross my path.