Reconciliation
by Mark Fleisher

He hears the faint sound
of bending blades of grass
as he rises from a blanket
dampened this early hour
when dew was on the meadow
His now cleared eyes
see ominous ebony clouds
envelop a morning sun,
then burst open sending
a torrent of rain across
the meadow, blurring
an ethereal form running
through a myriad of wildflowers
toward his welcoming arms

He clutches the sodden blanket
reaches for an outstretched hand
the couple sprint to shelter
She towel dries her hair
slips into a cotton nightgown
He exchanges still dripping
clothes for warm pajamas

They argued the night before
the cause escapes his memory
She remembers all too well
yet prefers to bury his words
They cuddle, her back to him
he cups her breasts, his fingers
caress soft skin, his lips
kiss her cheek, he whispers
I love you before they
surrender to treasured sleep



 

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