We moved in slow motion. Turning, close and careful not to step on the other's dear feet. Tiny, small steps, I leading, you following.
You held my hand, and I held your waist.
Comfortable, the feeling of us in a sweet, simple dance. Bliss to not have to utter a word. Just be there, listening to the familiar sound of the other. Your eyes always stayed with mine, smiling, shining, glowing, you were.
Glimmer, golden sunrise hit us, and your fingers let go of mine, hand removing from my shoulder, both of them to connect around my waist. My arms found themselves around you as your head fell into the crook of my neck. The steps slowed further, the dance turning to rocking the other.
You held me, and I held you.
The sunrise was complete. Glamour at it's fullest, catching the long grass off guard, ripening it to golden perfection. The leaves of our tree shimmered as the wind rustled it, burnished in auburn.
Your eyes closed, eyelashes brushing against my neck, and mine closed after.
Summer found us, awake for our moment, caught, tangled in a tender embrace. Waiting for the dusk to find us, asleep, while the breeze made slow currents through the place we called our own.