I Think We Need A Song, Love

His lips parted as he mustered up the courage to speak his heart, sweat rising to the surface of his callused palms, his mouth not unlike a West Texas July. His brow creased by partial fear and partial anticipation. The laugh lines that furrowed near the edges of his eyes gave a James Dean-like mystery to his eyes, but they were somehow securely comforting - or so he thought. They were a green she had never seen, but she knew from the first time he looked into her that he would change her. She'd sooner be left alone than to look back into his eyes and surrender her life to his every desire. She knew it to be impossible to be in his presence and not fall for him. He spoke directly to her, never giving any room for innuendo and rightfully took his place as her Renaissance man, molded from his Mother's spirit, his Father's strength, his heart's passion, and his love's weakness. Again he inhaled. His lips parted. She knew the words to follow would forge their relationship one stone closer to down the road. The words came... I think we need a song, Love.

Tingles of relief and flattery flooded her every inch sending her into a quick shiver as though a cold breeze had blown on the nape of her neck. Intimidated by his every word, she knew he spoke with fortitude and intent. He had thought about every word of that short sentence; chose each word for some obscure reason, but he ended it with his adoring name for her- "Love". Her looks could build him up or break him down in a glance, the way his words did with the pause of an ellipses.

He once spoke of her to the clerk at the perfume counter, telling the dignified woman that he was looking for something that would draw nigh the feeling he got when they stood on the beach, toes in the sand, palms touching. The woman knew this moment he spoke of, for she'd had it thirty five years ago with her then college sweetheart which brought that loving smile one only sees from such a beautiful matriarchal woman.

After the shiver subsided, she smiled her secret smile nodded and spoke softly, "You are my song, Love".