the balcony

Vaguely, he heard the rustling from the bed….and the soft patter of feet behind him…but he didn’t turn…he didn’t speak out when his name was called in a curious, concerned whisper...he didn't rise from the weathered lounge chair.

The night was cool, the moon was warm and creamy and golden, and the sea in the near distance was languid and soothing and streaked with warm and creamy and golden highlights…the view from the balcony was peaceful and calming.

He felt the arms slip around his neck and the warm lips dance lightly on his neck. “What are you doing out here?”

He nuzzled back. “Watching the moonlight skip across the waves,” he replied.

“How very poetic…” There was a moment of silence. “What’s wrong? Can’t sleep, old man? I figured you would have been worn out after…”

He smiled with some amount of self-satisfaction. “Not such an old man an hour ago was I?”

The arms squeezed him firmly, reassuringly. “Don’t flatter yourself too much, old-timer,” came the playfully taunting reply, “I took it easy on you…you would probably end up in a coma if I really cut loose…”

He laughed. “If you say so…”

The sea breeze wafted around them but the warmth from the place where they were touch was ample proof against any chill.

He felt another kiss tease the most sensitive spot on the nape of his neck and he shuddered involuntarily but oh so sweetly. “Come to bed.”

He closed his eyes. “I will,” he replied, “I just want to watch the moon for a few more minutes.” He opened his eyes and looked out at the lazy sea in the near distance.

The hand gave his shoulder a squeeze. “You’re a strange and wonderful man.”

“And that’s why you love me.”

The velvety chuckle that came in response encircled him like a hug. “If you say so…” The soft patter of feet retreated through the balcony door back into the bedroom.

He sat for a few moments watching the moonlight…feeling very old and very young at the same time…and then, with a respectful salute to the warm and creamy and golden moon, he rose and slipped into the bedroom...into the welcoming bed.

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