December III

Forgive me, first love.

I sat on the dark green grass outside the rehab center, my light, layered skirt stiff with dried speckled mud; my pale cheeks rosy, the curls of my hair tangled in humidity and pulled together in a loose messy bun.

She came to me.

She was like a warrior from the far-off rainforests; strong and proud. It was so hard for my mind to take in her beauty, her strength, her even, melodic breathing, but I did.

In my mind, I know we all need this. The glimmer from the tress upon which the sun exhaled flowed onto her black hair. An adventure.

I turned to look at her.

"I.." words croaked from the depth of my being.

She shook her head, closed her eyes, and smiled.

"don't talk." She whispered.

She kissed me.

Reviews

[Kyle]

Ohhhh. Very nice again. I like the uniqueness and the power. I need to keep reading....