LOLA ON THE LAWN

Lola crossed the lawn in the glow of a full moon overhead...it's cool white light created and swept her shadow long across the rolling yard.

She was bright as the light that became her. That beam that softened her strong features, rimmed and accentuated her long neck and her square shoulders, now relaxed, her hips clicked loose to let sway, as she was in transformation...as she melted into a languid stride in her own rhythm and grace...gliding with the moon. Lola and Luna. Slow…glow…glide.
the grass…it’s dew glistens on her damp bare feet as she leaps...so free, and easy on the soul.

“A fortune for your wicked thoughts,” she laughed low and so discrete.

“I could not afford them.”

“Oh.”

“Best not have them so as not to feel the pain of not knowing. Best not to know for fear of living without.”

“You blocking me out?”

“You scare the hell of me.”

“And threaten to raise the hell in you, as well?””

“You do.”

“Um hm.”

“The cicadas are going mad tonight.”

“Courtship. I did not notice.”

“It’s all white noise to you.”

“…it’s the world we live in. If they weren’t there I would have to stop and wonder.”

Without the racket you would wonder?

I would.

ah huh.

Do you feel that sexuality is the responsibility of the woman or the man?

Well, there is individual sexuality. How you carry yourself and crave others…

And?

There’s the spark of sexuality that emanates in transmission between two bodies...

That’s the one I was thinking of.

oh.

You enjoy the night air?

I’d say in general, I  am a night person. And I DO appreciate the night air. Dry desert air, foggy Frisco air. The smells. The breezes, the rains, the summer storms… You focus on the sound and smell…a lightning flash!…they all mean something different in the dark.

…Or moonlight on nights like this. The breeze…” She motions to the sky above. Her face radiant in the spotlight.

We could go in.

I’m sure we could, but we can go in anytime

Anytime or not at all.

Time and place can take care of themselves.

It IS a nice night.

It is.

We could just enjoy it.

We will.

Now.

Ok.