“Too late” Tonya responded flatly.

“What?”

“Hey, I couldn’t help it.  It just popped in there.”

“Wow.  I didn’t think you thought of me like that.”

“It’s kind of hard not to.  I wonder about you, Marcus.  I wonder what you’re like.  I wonder what you like.  I’m sorry.  I should not have said that.”

“No, it’s okay.  I must admit I’ve had my thoughts about you.”

“You have.  Share them with me.”

“Say what?”

“Tell me and I want details.”

“Right now?”

“Yes.  I’m waiting.”

“Okay.  Let’s see.  We’re sitting in my living room.  Candles are lit and there is a fire in the fireplace.  Music is playing loud enough to fill the room, but low enough for us to hear our whispers.  We are sitting on the couch.  I’m sort of reclined again one arm and you are sitting between my legs.  You have on a flowing black gown that compliments you just right and reflects the light from the fireplace.  My arms are around you and I begin by kissing the back of your neck.  I lean you forward just a little and caress your shoulders as I kiss lower and lower down your back.  I pull you close to me and you turn your face so that we can kiss.  The kiss is soft and slow at first, but as my hands slide across your gown, the kiss becomes more passionate.  I feel you press back against me as I caress your legs and stomach.  Tonya, are you still there.”

“I’m listening.  I’m listening.  Go on.”

“I think that is enough.”

“Marcus, you can’t leave me hanging.  Go on”

Marcus did go on.  He slowly described touching and caressing her; how and were he would kiss; and how they would make love.  Tonya was silent.  She was lost in his words.  With her eyes closed she saw every detail Marcus described.  She didn’t want him to stop, but Marcus finally was silent.  They both were until Marcus asked

“Was that foreplay?”

“Yes”

When Tonya got to work each morning, she looked for an email from Marcus.  Sometimes there was just a note to say good morning, Sometimes there was more.  When she got to work on Monday she found

Sitting still and quiet,

Like a picture frozen in time

I begin my journey,

A journey in my mind.

To a place that is neither past nor present

Neither now nor then.

Nor is it here or there.

It’s not where or when.

It is a place where you and I are forever

And our love shines bright and strong.

Where I hold you close as we dance

To the wind singing our song.

Where flowers bloom in homage

To the lovers that we are

And each twinkle in your eyes

Is the birth of a new star.

A place where  clouds above

Yearn to be earth-bound.

And just to be in your presence

Rainbows seldom leave the ground

Where the sound of your voice

Sends ripples across a cobalt sea

Sitting still and quiet

The world of you revolves in me.

Wednesday she was greeted with

Good morning, my sun.  I am so glad you rose today.  You cannot imagine how dark my world would be without you.  My world is all the brighter because I know you.  I do know you.  I know that stepping into your presence is like an internal sigh; the release of a breath held since I last saw you.  I know that looking into your eyes is like wading into a still, calm pool; my soul held aloft by your gaze.  I know that your smile is a thousand brush strokes upon the canvas of my heart; painting eternal memories.  I know that your voice lives and that it dances though out my being, summoning me ever closer.  I remember conversations.  I remember thoughts.  I remember expressions.  I remember me with you.  I know how you make me feel.  And the difference has been made

 

On Thursday morning Tonya called Marcus.

“Good morning” she said when Marcus answered the phone.

“Good morning.  How are you?”

“I’m fine and you?”

“I’m fine.  I’m glad you called.  Did you say that Ryan is going to be out of town to a pre-season football game?”

“Yes.  He’s going to one in Friday in San Francisco and one in, let’s see, one in San Diego on Saturday.  He’ll be back Sunday night.  Why?”

“And didn’t you say your daughter was going to some camp for the weekend?”

“Yes, she’s leaving this afternoon.  Marcus, what’s on your mind? You’re not coming here are you?”

“No.  That wouldn’t be a good idea.  But I have one that is.”

“Well, what is it?”

“You’ll find out tomorrow morning.  I have to go now.  Don’t call me until it’s time.”

“Until it’s time? Marcus, what are you talking about? How will I know when it is time.”

“You’ll know.  Good-bye”

“Marcus”

“Bye”

“Marcus!”

“Bye.  I’m hanging up now”

“Marcus!”

He had hung up.  Tonya couldn’t believe it.  She had to wait until tomorrow to find out what was going on.  But she had no choice.  She knew that if she wrote Marcus, he wouldn’t respond and if she called him he wouldn’t answer.  So, she waited until Friday morning.  When she got to work, she rushed to check her email and there was nothing.  She checked her email constantly for the next 2 hours and, still, nothing.  And no phone calls either.  Then Fed-ex appeared in her office door and she new it was Marcus.  She signed for a medium side box.  Inside the box there was a cell phone, a smaller box, and a note that said “It’s time!!” She used the cell phone to call Marcus.

“Hello.”

“Marcus, what is this?”

“Oh, that’s a cell phone.  You know, modern technology.”

“Marcus” Tonya said, drawing his name out.

“Okay.  Every weekend you go home and I have to wait until Monday just to talk to you or get an email.  I know you can’t call me from home or from your cell phone.  So, that is a cell phone you can use this weekend.  There is a pre-paid Fed-ex box you can use to ship me the phone tomorrow when we are done.  Now I can call you at 2 a.m.  and wake up and ask you are you asleep.” Marcus laughed.

“You better now call me at 2 a.m.  Well, aren’t you the creative one, huh?”

“Well, ma’am, you know I try.”

“Is that right? Sometimes I wonder what you are trying to.”

“Ah, that’s easy.  I am trying to make sure that when all else fails around you, there is one thing you know without a doubt – there is a man in this world who loves you with everything that he is.  I want you to know that there is someone who sees you; really sees you.  Someone who sees the things you don’t dare show; the parts that you are afraid to share.  I want you to know I see you and I love you.”

“Well, you’re doing a good job.”

“Do you want what I am giving you?”

“Yes, I do”

Marcus and Tonya brought the conversation to an end, but Tonya used the cell phone as soon as she got into her car to drive home.  They talked about whether she liked Chicago and the challenges of her job all the way home.  They were enjoying each other and words flowed freely.  Tonya went into the house, let the dog out, put away her book bag, kicked off her shoe, and got comfortable on the couch – all without removing the phone from her ear.

“Marcus, do you ever think about us being together?”

“I do, but I try not to think about it.  In a way, I don’t want your situation to change.”

“Oh, so you don’t want me?”

“No, that’s not what I am saying.  It’s just there is no way we can be together with out something traumatic happening in your life.  I don’t know much about your home life, but I have to believe that it is at least all right, if not perfect.  Otherwise, one of you would trying to get out of it.  So, for the situation to change would mean something has gotten worse or something bad has happened.  I don’t want you to have to go through that.  I don’t want you to have to go through Ryan breaking your heart in order for you to be with me.  And I don’t want you to go through something happening to him either.  I guess one of the biggest reasons is your daughter.”

“My daughter?”

“Yes.  She deserves to have her parents intact.  She shouldn’t have to see something happen to her father or find out her father hurt her mother or anything like that.  Of course, I want you, but I am not so selfish as to have what I want at the expense and tragedy of your daughter.  I love you too much for that.”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Just say you’re welcome”

“You’re welcome”

“Okay.  I need to do a couple of things.  I’ll call you back at, let’s see, 8 o’clock.”

“That’s a date.”

“It is isn’t it?”

Marcus and Tonya both got ready for their date in much the same way.  They both quickly put things away like they were expecting company.  They both ate a bit, but found they weren’t really hungry.  They both took showers and considerable time grooming even though they wouldn’t be seem.  They both dressed in something that was comfortable and homey, but also something that they thought the other would like.  And they both turned off or turned down most of the lights in the two houses.  Promptly at 8 p.m.  Tonya called Marcus.

“Hello.”

“Hello.  It’s your date.  What do you have planned for the evening?”

“Well, for this evening I thought I would start off by sharing some of my poetry with you.  I’m sharing it because you inspired it.  So, get comfortable and enjoy the poetic stylings of Marcus Austin.”

“Okay.  Let me get right for this.”

Tonya turned off the lights, lit a couple of candles, and got comfortable on the couch again.

“I’m ready, Mr.  Austin” she said, snapping her fingers as applause.  Marcus began the first poem.

I remember

 

I remember the first time I noticed you,

The way you smiled, the way you moved, the way you walked.

I was seduced by your presence, lured by your eyes.

Happy to be captured and led by the way you talked.

I remember how I spent my time daydreaming,

I dreamt of you once again coming my way.

I dreamt of being valiant, brave, and chivalrous

I remember dreaming of what I would say.

I remember how we grew together

And you became my hope and center of my life

I remember how we went from holding hands to holding hearts.

I remember wishing you would one day be my wife.

I remember falling in love.

 

Tonya snapped her fingers in approval

“That was nice.  Read another one”

“As you wish, my lady.”

Love Matters

 

"What does it have to do with anything?"

"What difference does it make?"

"Is love reason enough?"

"Was loving a mistake?"

In matters of love it’s easy,

To charge love with the blame

Or accuse loving of lacking,

Insufficient, even lame.

And what does love matter?

Well, this is what I've found.

It is not love that causes the stormy seas

That run our ship aground.

It is selfishness and jealousy

That breaks love's spell.

It is insecurities that lead us

From the path love knows so well.

It is our unfaithfulness

that mocks love's embrace

And through pride we drive away love

Until its gone without a trace.

But love can make a difference

But only  as much as we allow.

And the reason of love can only be weakened

By the resolve of our vow.

So I vow that in matters of love

I declare to the nth degree

That loves is what matters the most

Because your love matters most to me.

 

Tonya snapped in applause.

 

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