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The Reconciliation 1

Where to?

Moving his mouth from her mouth,

“I love you!’ he said, “Oh, my God,

I love you!”

He looked at her,

Oh, God,

The husband looked at his wife’s beautiful face

and into her beautiful dark eyes and,

having to prove this was real,

that she really was there,

really there in his arms,

sensing the feel of her heart against his chest,

holding her tighter…

Feeling the beat of her husband’s heart against her breast,

tears coming to her eyes, 

“I love you.

I love you, too.”

The young man,

always a ‘touching’ kind of person,

whenever near the young woman

had felt compelled to hold her hand

or touch her in some way.

And now, as it had been in the days

before and months after their marriage,

the young woman also

could not get enough of the feel of him,

nor the feel of his touch upon her.

As though virginal newlyweds,

the touch of each sending sensations of

warm comfort and carnal desire to the other.

Crossing La Salle Street,

holding hands,

arms held tightly about the waist of the other

were it not for the distinct possibility

that they’d be arrested or,

more likely,

killed by the onslaught of rush hour traffic,

they would surely have lain down

and made love in the middle of the street.

“Where are we going?”

The wife asked the husband.

“What do you want to do?”

“What I want to do

is spend the night at a hotel making love…”

—remembering an accusation of ‘sex is all you ever think of’—

“Sorry, that’s if you want to.”

“Want to?

God, I can’t wait till we’re in bed together!

But a hotel?

We have enough money for a hotel?”

‘We!’

 The simple connotation not lost on him.

‘We’ meaning they were a single unit again.

However,

“I’ve only about fifteen bucks on me.”

“And I’ve three.”

 “Remember where we went last time we left city hall?”

“Yeah, the planetarium.”

The car traveled east to Lake Shore Drive,

then two miles south to the jog of U.S. 41

and Lake Shore.

Turning left they drove along Solidarity Drive,

through the thin peninsula of land that juts

into Lake Michigan to the Adler Planetarium.

©November 11, 2011 / Mark M. Lichterman

To be continued as “The Reconciliation 2”