TheBanyanTree: THOUGHTS OF A WOMAN

[Sharon Mack]

THOUGHTS OF A WOMAN


The night was black and cold.  Outside the wind whistled past the windows, stopping briefly to take its breath, only to swing back with twice the strength.  I stood there in the moonlight, Goosebumps raising the hair on my arms, looking down on him.  

He lay on his side, his back towards me.  The skin stretching across his shoulder blades was smooth and taut, still brown from the summer sun.  Reaching across him ever so gently, I touched his face, now made tender in the grace of his sleep, a face no longer the face of a man, but almost that of a sleeping child.

He moved slightly from the pressure of my hand.  His breathing was slow and rhythmic.  The eyes flickered and stopped, settling once more into that peaceful state of slumber.  My eyes moved from his face down the length of his arms to where the covers met the slimness of his hips and I wonder*.I wonder at the overwhelming tenderness I feel.  For a moment I forget the feelings of a woman for a man.  Instead, in the mystical aura of the moonlight dancing about the dark quiet room I find myself feeling as his mother must have felt many years ago when he was still totally hers.

*but the feeling passes.  It passes so quickly I barely know that it had ever been there at all.  He moves once more.  Padding softly to my side of the bed, I climb into his warmth.  Once more he is my man.


Sharon A. Mack