The sky was covered by a pale red glow capturing a magma bowing to it’s benefactor. Amazing how the moon glows off of the sunlight yet the sun asks nothing in payment. This was my ultimate couple goal. A love that aspires only to give unconditionally. Asking for nothing in return. Such lack of selfishness. Pure and pristine. Giving and not expecting. How nature can inspire our souls. If only we learnt from this codes the marker hid in open sight. We see yet we are dead blind. We assume intelligence yet reason is never a strong suit we adorn.
The waves lapping on the shore drowning other noises and a light breeze caressed our not so covered vessels we call bodies.
“The sun willingly choosing to die so that the moon can catch a breathe. Do you see the sacrifice of true love?”
I ask Penny staring deep in her eyes. Those eyes. Always full of life. This particular evening they are so rich in it, life. They are a spectacle to rival the musky dark ocean waters that have lost their clear blue colour with the fading sunset. If you stared at her orbs for too long, their charm would have you spell bond. Have you wishing she was your most priced artwork hanging in full glory in your quarters for all your visitors to relinquish in. You know those ones you got attached to. That if you were to be declared bankrupt and she would fetch a fortune, you would die a pooper rather auction her.
“Son, that kind of woman is dangerous.”
The voices in my head declare in unison.
“Cut her loose the first chance you get. She will be the last noose on your hang rope. The last nail on your coffin. You need…to….”
“Do you believe in true love sweets? Do you believe in the full moon or rather the full wolf moon? Do you believe in the future? “
The voices in my head are cut short by an equisitive Penny still holding my gaze unflinching. The way she was staring at me, I was convinced she would read the answers right from my soul. I flinch and look at the horizon which is almost swallowing and burying the sun. Only a small portion of the sky now is covered in the paling redness. The demise captured perfectly and signified essentially by the bloody skyview. An overwhelming sight for a poet one with the universe.
The stars this evening have been given backstage tickets by their conspicuous absence.
Silence all over and I maintain the status quo still reflecting on a proper answer for my Penny. Am amazed how even Penny who is always prompt and impatient when inquisitive is calm and collected. She is breathing almost passively as she lays there on her back on a towel resting her head on my lap staring skyway.
A rush wave laps hard against the shore breaking the monotonous silence, my hands rooting to the ground behind where am sat as if assuming a prudence prose and it is then I get to see one of nature’s greatest marvels.
How had I missed it. There in the middle of the sky sits a fade full moon. Both moon and the sun are visible to my ever wandering eyes. Something rare to see and it’s both beautiful and breathtaking.
“Babe, are you observing this?”
I whisper drawing Penny to the phenomena. Her big round orbs are soon glittering under the whirlpool synonymous to her beauty.
She utters when I rub my palm over her heaving breasts and I can’t tell which was taking her breath away. The full moon bidding farewell tributes to its mentor or the ministrations of my exploring hands.