Sunlight Stories

A stray tulip in a meadow near a river framed by smooth, gray stones, Like a path made of water Petals blush-bright open up and out - toward the sun … like flirting with the light Apollo, his curiosity, and his grace, as gentle as his kiss … or his favor The moment silent and thick - like an phallus made of wind The tulip’s petals The eyes of the god Flickering, winking … like the entry of a blushing bride Thinking of her...

Across the bed the two bodies sprawled, each covered with a glow of sweet sweat. His leg was atop hers while her hand softly stroked his cheek. The sunlight came through the window; blinds casting contour shadows across the curves of their bodies. Bedding was strewn on and off of the bed and the sweet scent of sexual musk was heavy.“Water, love?” he asked.“Yes, but only if you don’t have to move.”“Well that’s not going to...

He was up before her, slipping out of bed and quietly preparing for the office. He took a shower, shaved and got dressed. He started the standard pot of coffee, and slid a bagel into the toaster. His mind was a bit fuzzy, he regretted the unplanned glass of wine from last night. It had ended up turning into a full bottle that he shared with his wife. He replayed the events of the prior evening through his mind, the sponta...