There is something so intriguing, so personal and so full of hidden meanings and feelings, as the holding of hands with someone you care deeply about....a simple caress of a finger...the touch on a nail...the feel of a knuckle...all encapsulated in the mind...
..different ways...different meanings...are part of hand holding. A clutching grip vis-a-vis the gentle, soothing sliding of one hand across another...or the two handed covering of one hand in between, like a sandwhich..one hand touching another , face to face..the other covering the outside, touching, caressing every crevice, change in bone position...knuckle formation..nail texture...
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The appointed time had come.
The guests were all seated on the beach, clad suitably for beach...the ushers were wearing swim suits with tuxedo jackets...the groom likewise had a lite blue tux and swim suit.. ..but the bride took all the gasps!! Clad in a beautiful white bikini..tanned..long, dark hair flowing in the breeze...blue waters swirling around her feet...she was all a-smile, white teeth flashing in the sun...she was beautiful! She stopped many hearts for a second... And the weather blessed them.....long streaks blazing thru' the sky as nite approached...tide was low, with long, lazy , blue waves......crystal clean beach...light evening breeze gently whipping at the waves and the bride's long hair.. And all was done with great joy..joyous well wishers....curious onlookers...preacher looking so out of place with bared legs , pants rolled up and formal upper clothing...the glint of smiles from the few surf fisherman... .....and Frank watching....wondering... "....some say love is a hunger..with an ever hungry need...it's the heart afraid of breaking...it's the dream afraid of waking...some say love is like a razor, cutting deep until it bleeds...some say love is the heart that lives like a ever flowering rose...flaming red with hues of ever changing beauty...but love is real and lives and it's the soul afraid of dying....without love!" ...and Frank had a tear well up.. ..far away on the horizon a puff of white cloud skidded across the darkening blue sky.. ..a sea bird swooped down into the ocean...and then sailed high into the sky.. ....and the sun spun it's last gasp, giving way to a full moon, rising majestically across the ocean... ..and as the last guest left, a white bird flew down to the beach..screeching. |
In the 3 years that I have known Frank, an online buddy, I have received many stories from him.... most of which touch the heart, or make you laugh yourself silly. Thank you, my friend, for allowing me to share in the joy and laughter of your life. |
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