Mona Lisa Smile

It was an afternoon.

God.

It was a sun filled spring.  A day where you could drink in the daylight, let the sun spill its juices into an afternoon.  Car windows reflecting diatribes of light, blinks...flashes.

The phone call had been somewhat suggestive. He had painted a picture that had crossed a line.  A suggestion.  A coercion.

At this point words between them were mere precursors.  Rather, when their bodies met the words just melted.  The bodies took over and replaced syncopation.  Rhythm.  Don't talk, just let my tongue tell you what is next.

It was rapture.  It was sublime.  It is interesting the angles a body takes when a body takes over.  When a resistance gives in to a pull...or a tug.  A push.

It is really in the breathing if you think about it...the simple exhilaration of parted lips against some other's.  When enveloping creates tension, and there becomes few parts that are not touching.

She had mentioned a Gap skirt, it had uneven cuts on its end, the color of khaki.  It was a summer skirt, meant to be worn in a day much warmer.  It was casual, maybe provocative.

But in remembering he remembered that the greeting was intimately familiar.  You know when you know.  The body remembers.  The heart, the pulse...most importantly the brain flips a toggle switch that simply says "i remember this and I enjoy it".

Man, was it enjoyable. Incredible.  Like two pieces that fit.  The last piece of a lifelong puzzle. Solving.

That is what she did.  She solved.  She completed sentences.  She completed mysteries.

She solved a sweet ton of his issues...she spread solvent and bandaged wounds.  She poured herself in tiny, barely perceptible pieces into him.  She rarely exposed but when she did it was redemptive.

So when she climbed into the back of his car that day, the Gap skirt high on her thighs and the tiny triangle revealing she wore nothing underneath was an eclipse of the sun on his day.  She knew she was on the edge of the normal and she was balancing just a bit off of it.

The day was bright blue and with few clouds.  It was warmish, the type of day when you could go outside without a coat, without a sweater.  It was a day to drink in the colors, the sweet air.  It was a spring, a new beginning.

But his mind was summer.  Heat and humidity.  Fulsome.  Sweating. Reminders.

He glanced at her eyes, dark and dancing.  Her smile was fixed, tight lipped and daring.  She was daring him.

She had such confidence.

He was a bit more than smitten, and tried to drive safely to a place where he could avoid colliding...only to ultimately collide with something he was ready to meet head-on.