The sun was bright in the noon sky as she worked. Her skin tanning from a tan base. I walked outside in my suit and watched her from the porch; I knelt behind a cedar pillar. She had not known that I would be coming home for a quick lunch. I watched her closely as though under a microscope. She was my experiment, she was my slide. I watched every pore and wrinkle and patch of her body move as she tilled the soil and planted the flowers.
She did all of this naked. She wore nothing but her straw hat.
I loved her then as I had in my youth. Not that I did not love her currently, but it was a youthful love. This youthful love was full of passion and desire and want. Forgiveness, anger, lust, bonding, gripping, friendship, hate, grace and peace. All of the things that verify love as love. These were the things that made me want to never leave her. They made me want to be near her always. They made me want to shackle my heart to hers. Forever.
She stayed near the earth, planting and digging and scratching away at the dirt. She was lovely.
Extravagant in the most simple of terms.
She was the Mother Earth.
She was my bride.
I watched her quietly for a few more moments and then slipped away back into the house through the french doors.
I grabbed my lunch and went back to the office. All the while thinking in my minds eye of the canvas that was her body; that was her skin.
That tan, golden siren that beckoned me to her.
My love. My all. Me.
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