“I am full of lust today,” he spoke. “I was the same the day before.”
He spoke not in shame, nor in pride, only admission for as he was.
“Don’t loathe yourself for being human,” she spoke. “for having energies and vigor and the spirit-want to give and share in their full expression…We all have them…It’s part of what it is to be alive in this trinity of body, mind, and soul.”
A light snow fell slow from sky, an overcast of cloud and faint, fair gray that glowed in magnify of sun’s light behind. Fall of the flakes and still of air kept close and near their private words.
Fine of flakes landed and remained in white dappled accents to the scarlet of her stocking cap, thin-line of her brows over eyes of green with hearts gleamed with center-gold, to the shoulders of her gray wool coat, and chartreuse scarf around her neck.
“Don’t loathe yourself,” she spoke again. “We all have our times,” she kept in commiseration and compassion. “Sometimes, the only way for it to pass is to free and fuck it through…”
Her face rouged fast, a turning not of cold or wind, in shade softer than scarlet’s deep that remained dappled in snow’s fine white as the covering held close her warming heat.
All of him responded.
She was beautiful in the veiled cloud-glow; in innocence and pure of snowfall white, in sensual of scarlet’s deep; in color, light, and life in eyes; in her openness and vulnerable of words, compassionate and empathic in commiseration of condition’s share and desire for resolution.
Her expression gentled, eyes widened, as she read his pause and stop of breath before return and exhale of full-life cloud as his heart changed, hastened, its beat racing sudden and strong.
She knew his heart. She knew his mind, his soul—and loved them all.
Together they walked through fall of snow; sounds of their steps like sight of their figures muted and dimmed, blurred, then erased through distance and white of the winter fall.
In home, he stripped her fast, eager, and strong; scarlet of stocking cap her last and only cover-hue, white dapple of snow’s cover melted and fast-absorbed in change of energy-heat as to wall and floor, then carry to bed, they warmed, whispered of God, freeing inner burdens, releasing, into levities.