he said he was lonely in his bed. that he needed her to show up. so she did. and though it had been over a decade since she’s felt him…there was no anxiety. the call to get to him was just as natural as though it happened daily. he needed her.
she boarded the plane for the quick flight. an hour later she made her exit…or her entrance into his arms. and he held her. right there. and moments later she whispered “we have to go“. so they left. … and arrived at his place. as they walked in, he asked if she was thirsty. she said yes. …..so she drank. then she asked if he was hungry. he said very. so he ate.
and then they sat and had a meal together. and talked. he admired her afro. his queen. she played in his dreads. her king. and each time he spoke her name, she smiled. there was just something. it still sounded so right. they walked along the beach, which was right out his door. he held her hand. spoke her name. made her smile. and she listened. he held her close. spoke her name, on her lips. his breath was warm. welcoming. they went back in. and then, so did he…
two days later, they kissed goodbye. she boarded the plane knowing it wouldn’t be another decade before the next visit. something new had begun between them.
he needed her to come. so she did. so did he.