Spring Fever

“What do you think of when you close your eyes?” A whispered question, awaiting a response, heart heavy in my chest, a flutter nonetheless. His breathing matches mine. Lips parting gently, “beauty, peace, the sun, the stars, and mostly you.” I can’t help but feel the warmth spilling out of him, spilling out of me. Desire seeps through me. Grey days and cold mornings slowly fade into abstraction. Here I am now, a glow. Slow, sleepy afternoons last under covers. Soft slow passion. We are an island. I’ve never been more excited to be stranded.