Anniversary

September 2 So handsome you were, so pretty me hot real hot hottest day of the year four in the afternoon we sizzled our way up the aisle I giggled through the I do's It's what I do when I'm nervous You didn't flinch but you squeezed my hand. You were solid We were solid It was hot. Shiny and bedazzled smiles so radiant you still need sunglasses just to look at the pictures. You'd think we'd have known with our fine educations that objects will assume the temperature of their surroundings unless energy is added. Some things you can learn in a classroom. Others take experience. Free thinkers and skeptics need more of the latter so we lived in defiance of thermodynamics a perpetual motion machine. But Joule was right. Winters were bitter frozen motionless grey. You quit squeezing my hand. I quit giggling. You became hollow. We became hollow. so hollow that when I recalled a giggle one day you flinched. The icy shell shattered. The heat of the explosion was only enough to melt the shards, slowly wept away, fresh blood of casualty in the wake. Bathed in experience's lessons healing salts of time scabs give way to tender scars and feeling reemerges. I noticed it this summer the warmth. It's been hot. May you feel it, too, and be Happy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Nancy Jones SOFT SENSUALITY