“Foregone Love”


    The land was flat. Dry, and arid. The lovers filled it with their bounty, though. Floral arrangements bloomed from their mouths as they spoke. A bin of neatly stacked periodicals rested at their bare feet, connecting them to the world, but they were otherwise lost in the desert home which covered them.

    A tulip swallowed the spare living room with its color, a red burst of energy atop a stately green stem. The sun made a long shadow of it, and the couple knew to grab the hand of the other and exit out into the creeping lavender dusk.

    Outside they found a perfectly red frisbee, and they flipped it to each other at short range for a nanosecond until a lightning bolt split the sky. They shuddered for a moment but found a home in the other's eyes, making their way back in before the breeze and the thunder could close the banging door on their heels. Inside they felt as though a cotton sheath had lined their quiet bones - it was love.

    With simple hands, they held together at their waists and kissed. She spoke to him.

    "I cannot be without you," she said. "I am growing older daily and my heart needs to hear yours when it is silent. Beat between me, will you? Expand when I contract. Allow me to dissipate in your embrace... " She trailed off because he had grabbed her, lifted her shirt and began kissing her breasts beneath her yellow t-shirt. Her belly bulged its four-month evidence, and they retired to the bedroom to warm the growing person between them.