HEART OF DAY

        After, bed and her hair were mess—disheveled in their strewn.  Seeing, Anna laughed of a mirth in recognition of both in body and spirit’s stay in free.  

        High of sun, beyond the morning, there was a difference in day and air.

        “What do you want to do now?” she asked to him in thought on all of day and light that still remained.

        He laughed, mirthful as she.

        “Why don’t we go to the water?” he responded.  “Sun is high and day is hot—it’s be a lovely place to cool.  Besides…I’d like to see you in your suit, to smile on all you show and think to what’s saved hidden; to watch through time tan darken in its tone, cover of suit and darken of shade sharpening your body’s lines—and to see them too, when suit falls away but its lines still show, striking in sharp frame of your fair; to love you again—crossing borders and bounds over sun-drawn map of your body—your hair and sheets, again, both lovely mess…”

        He laughed again, still in mirth and hopeful for to be.  

        Shade of her fair colored then, rosing in body’s blush, warming over fair, blood’s rising to hue; knowing he meant it true.

        Anna rose from bed making way to closet knowing his eyes and mind affixed to every movement of stride and sway.  From its hide, she drew a hat of wide straw brim of flaxen in blend to touseled summer-blonde mess beneath—only cover that she wore, blushed body bared open and free.  

        She posed before closet, mirthful still, wide of her smile more bold than broad of hat.  

        “Do I really need a suit?” she asked, fake-frown of down-turned lips, false-bother in play and pose; giggle and glee as he approached and neared, taken again in hold; heat of her spirited body, touch-tease to expressive ends, coy of furtive lips in fast-seek before last-second turn in evade of kiss; move of his hands, body stronger-held—greater warmth and rose of its blush—lines of sun-draw’s blurred of his touch, erasing, heat-rose blending and melding into tan; mirth and glee and restore of the passion—well-loving once again—in spirit of high-sun and heart of day; straw hat in cover of lovely’s strewn beneath.