Softness

She smoothed her hair, handful by handful, under the sharp blasts of the swimming pool showers. Eying the blank ceramic tile, square by square, from her toenails, her eye balls moved in clicks upwards, the wheels turning in her mind, searching always for the next rung to catch. Water off, tie hair, check lock, goggles slide carefully over her gray-blue eyes; long ago in California she devoured waves from the bay and kept them in her eyes. The glass dome invited the sun, and the sun accepted, gilding her body with the last rays of daylight. There were three signs, dissecting the pool into three bodies--slow, medium, fast. "You know," began a voice, "so you can choose to drown quickly or slowly." Her mouth slipped into a smile as she approached the water's edge. Unable to sustain any longer, the sun steeped its tired body in the pools that were her eyes, splashing slightly, spilling only a few tears. As the moon slowly rose, she did as well, lifting her body from the water, pearls and tears sliding down her back, her eyes were tempted by the moonlight. She touched her lips. They were soft as mine were soft when last I saw her. Touched by moonlit kisses, and by the salts of the sea.

Comments

[dima]

"The glass dome invited the sun, and the sun accepted."

I like this line

[Tehv]

Thanks ^_^ Oh also, I may be able to fly in for your birthday in Boston.

[dima]

Oh shit.