She catches me…
Staring.
“What?”
“You are easy to stare at.”
“Oh thanks. Makes me feel wonderful.”
“Like a sunset, or full moon.”
“Oh”
She smiles an almost embarrassed smile.
“What else, you ask?”
“Did I ask?”
“We’ll just say I heard an ask for more. Deal?”
“Done.”
I take a step closer.
“A sunrise, a field full of flowers in bloom. You are as easy to stare at as the drifting, dancing clouds splitting around a mountain’s peek.”
“Oh that was a good one.”
“I’m not done. A humming bird frozen for a fraction, dipping and sipping a yellow honey suckle.”
I laugh, taking another step closer.
“Ok, ok. You are so easy to look at. Too easy on the eyes but also overwhelming at times. Like an eclipse in Bend, Oregon, in the summer 5 years back.”
Now she laughs loud.
“What?! Explain.”
My last step is in step with my hands on her hips.
“Explain? No, no, that would detract my flirtation into a story too much about me and not us.”
I kiss her.
“Mmm”
“Mmm is right. Still the best kiss. That fact needs no sight.”
“You hungry?”
“I’m always hungry for more.”
I then lean over to close the door.
For Papi
From Mami
About the Creator
Isaac Haldeman
NYC
I enjoy stories and telling them.
I’m the rich father before I am the poor artist.
Working on a novel. Why is it so hard?! ;)
@isaachaldeman
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YES! This would warm the hardest of hearts - thank you so much - a beautiful piece!