Returned from countryside and wild, mind and heart remained behind. She dreamed of the ambers. She dreamed of the golds—sunlight through the trees at evening shade. It was where she longed to be: in daylight’s end, serenity and peace, solitude of shared-soul company in vast open of a world—in magic of a place.
Through morning melancholy, she moved through distance and time returned to where and what she longed for most in the magic—the love.
Their holding and handle, gentle and strength, openness and fill, high and fall of together ecstasy before light and heat of hearth enkindled; serenity and the peace and stay of hold-embrace, delicate in affections until life-stir and restore of the passion-flame.
She felt it then, her longing made all the more.
She gazed upon the golden dawn in rise over morning view, but light he longed for return, to live and stay in wild nature.
Work made demands, and it was beginning to another week lived and surrendered simply to afford escape, again, upon its end.
He met her in the kitchen for fast saying of goodbye and brief gifting of a kiss before departing into lives no longer shared at work’s divorce. He kissed her in stand beside island in center of room.
He kissed her gentle. She met him same, and in parting of lips—eyes still closed—she let soft voiced-whimper at the breaking.
Hands held stronger to his arms, not wanting him to go.
Eyes opened, their autumn hearts restored showing in the gleam.
She smiled. Melancholy lessened.
He felt rush-warmth and waver-heart as—drawn—hands gentle to her face, he kissed her deeper, slowly still.
Soft-let voice sounded again in pausing for breath-take. Broader smile, greater gleam in autumn eyes, hands fell from face, falling along her line of sides into hold low and behind; his take of hold in lift and raise and sit to stool, her back to island’s edge.
Wild enkindled. Love restored. Work and week would wait as they lived the passion-take.