She joined him in the evening view, as nighttime settled in; sounds of the wind chimes in gentle’s blow, celestial in airy notes—of the earth, man, but more and further too.
A cool returned, absent in day, and she covered herself in wrap and hold of arms. Silent, they shared the peace: their togetherness enough.
He smiled, and in the darkness, she saw in them, still, a light: one of him, drawn from her, resonant back to source.
She warmed in their light, her own raised and given back.
Shifting from rest and seat beside, she brought herself upon his lap; his arms and hold replacing hers as he wrapped in draw and bring of further close across stomach and her chest; scent of his breath, accent of cigar, as she breathed deeply the night air.
Further shift, turn of face, he kissed her in night’s fall; sweet of her taste to the acrid of his, trading warmth and breaths.
It was all they wanted, needed then, togetherness as night fell to.
White of the cross erased from view, and stars were not yet shone; light of their eyes and faint street lights the only glows that shone.
Their light was enough, warmth as well, as they held in together-close; peaceful in their silence.
In their silence, they spoke their love: hold and scents and gentle tastes gifted from one to other, roll of tongues and match of lips into bodies’ follow as stars emerged and together they rose, returned into home, and further gifts of silent’s share: love and bodies’ speak.