A Passion Still There

The drive from the airport took us two days. We had to sample each other in bedrooms and showers, in hot-tubs, in the frilled thrill of paid for rooms. Weeks later, we did it in the car like kids. It was awkward, I had forgotten how a small car can restrict. We hastily gathered ourselves lest the young show up with a cell phone. Now there’s a different kind of passion, a love of wine, warm sheets, chocolates and old movies.