Homecoming

HOMECOMING

The night is cold and there is rain outside. You are returning in the dark and it is late, but I have prepared a bed, heated room and soothing tea to take away the roughness of today. You are a strong woman who battled with the world and did not retreat.
        You enter and I take the umbrella from your hand and the coat from you. I welcome you with a hug, tightly holding you and feeling the chill pass through you to me. I have waited for your return, lighting candles to welcome you and to thank you. You return because you believe you are not obligated to come home. You wanted to come home,to come to me who has been waiting patiently.
        Your day has been long and there was a lot of stress on you. We talk, smiling at each other over our tea, which steams our eyes and warms us. There is little to say, but every word is precious and dear to our ears; no more dear than the unspoken words that flow between our eyes accented by the smiles on our lips.
        Now I take your hand and lead you to the bed, the sheets and blankets all prepared yet cold as they wait for our bodies to warm them. I hold fragrant oil in my hands, banishing its chill as you undress and lay down. It warms and seems to flow between my fingers as I press them tighter together.
        I spread the oil over your back, pressing the palms of my hands flat and moving your flesh around and around. My fingertips find and relax the tight knots in your back. I feel the tension slip away and a smile comes into your voice, a sleepy, sensual voice. The smell of the oil enhances and complements the smell of your femaleness as your roughness fades from its balm.
        Finishing the massage, I lay next to you, like a spoon nestled in a drawer, with my own bare body heating the sheets and drawing and giving heat to you. You sleep sweetly and soundly and I soon follow in well deserved rest. We will stay here. Our souls will remain nestled like spoons, even when our physical bodies are away from each other. We will wait for our return.

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