Reconnected. DH Steppler

picture of unison, an evenly matched duo of completeness.

      We danced until we were nearly taken with sleep. The slow dances enabled us to sway and move only minimally helping to reserve as much energy as possible to continue the dance and stay in each others arms.

      When the final song ended, I turned off the player and headed for the bathroom and the wardrobe. I put on the clean silk pajamas that Denice must have laundered for me, brushed my teeth and washed my hands and face, lotion-ed up and headed back to the balcony.

      Michael had prepared our lounge chair beds side by side with the small table between them, music playing softly, a candle burning and he had put a candy on each of our pillows.

      I waited at the rail for Michael to finish in the bathroom. I didn’t know if he had some kind of ceremony planned – well, I saw the candle and I wondered.

      When he joined me at the rail, he was wearing a pear of boxer shorts and had two bottles of water in one hand.

      He led me to bed; we sat, ate our candy, and resisted the urge to kiss each other good night. Michael had an idea and altered things by planting his good night kiss on my neck that sent a shiver through me and then through him. We both froze; when all was settled down we took up our cots and made sweet talk until we fell asleep.