All they day, they stayed indoors reading, writing, loving, and lounging as moods and inspirations came. They watched the world outdoors in change from return of sun in a sky clear-blue. It melted the ice from adorn of trees, tinkle sound of warmth loosened sickles in fall from boughs to shatter and scatter over ground. By the sun, road shone again, in underheat and the asphalt’s burning through.
She rested at dining table, at kitchen island, on sofa beside candle-lit hearth of light but not wood-flame burn of wilds and escape, but still she loved to rest in their kindle and cast of delicate illume. At each, she read. At each she wrote. At each, they loved when mind went adrift or words would not come, and spirit was stronger than mind’s will.
It was lovely day and way to be wintered in.
She did not want for it to end.
When night came, stars returned, too sliver of moon, and Venus, brightest in sky, white in light and glowed in frost, silver halo-frame expanding of light’s aura. By fire side, she stared on the stars and Venus in love-light glow. Fire in hearth burned clean and bright, glowing bricked heart of hearth, smokeless in flame and condense of vapor in climbing column rise, dissipating into night as their own breaths in rest before.
Night was cold, but warm by hearth, and she felt it through her layers; her boots and socks, tight of jeans; coat, then sweater, long sleeved shirt and bra beneath; chartreuse scarf’s cover wrap of neck and colored fall over brown of coat—she felt fire’s heat and warming through, toe soft tapping to a nothing of night air, as in watch of fire’s dance, she thought of bodies warmed.
Toe tapped stronger to the nothing of night air then set into circle sway as he read her body language; she beautiful in fire light from hearth. He took her hand, then arm, and brought her to his lap, arms wrapping around her waist in hold. Her warmth still building, in gaze of the light and dance and vapor drift from form back into nothing of night air.
She desired more than nothing. What it was, was there and near.
She felt it, growth of pressing sense as she rested and he held her.
Night was beautiful, especially by hearth’s heat, but she desired to be again indoors; returned to the spirit of day and its live of read and write and love and lounge.
She wanted one especially then—by candled light of home-lit hearth, on tabled lie in room of romanced hue, or bed cloud of pillows and down.
When and where and how, she didn’t know or care. What she desired was spirit and energy.
Upon his lap she turned in rest. She kissed his lips, soft in beginning, his face in her hold of hands, kiss building as the heat of her hands warming his skin beneath.
She smiled after, pupils of her eyes wide in the night darkness even in near to the fire’s light.
From rest she rose, he as well, and together they returned into private of home where before candled hearth and softer light, they loved, paired gentleness raised into match of strengths as she held and braced to force rhythmic-pulse, alive in embrace, filled of the spirit-energy.