Communication I

She wished of him a lover's kiss and nights of coupled twining. They laced themselves between the trees and to the water's edge. Reminding her the cratered moon lay light-years away, he spoke of Greece, the Parthenon and Cleopatra's barge. She splayed her foot up to the shin within the ocean brine. He quoted Pope and Bernard Shaw and Catcher in the Rye. Her sandal lost, she dried her toe and then she mopped her brow. Dry-eyed she walked into her room and frankly told her mother, “Of all he said, I understood he said he loved another.”