The night was bright and the stars threw
Out on the shimmering black bay, the moon dances and I watch it from the car, parked under the bridge. We disappear into the darkness down here and there's only peace and quiet, the soft lapping of the water, and the heat of my body snuggled into his. The radio plays softly into our kisses, but part of my mind always follows the song. Looking out across the water, I can see them, the Gypsy Angels.
They're built like light and they dance
like Spirits in the night...
They live in the night lights on the water, or sometimes in the fog that swirls along a lonely road. I kiss him again and think of my sisters playing on the waves. I think a new one is born every time someone falls in love in the lonely hiding places like this one. I sigh. Tonight isn't about love. It almost never is...Sinking deeper into his arms and away from the loneliness that follows me like a shadow, my tongue dances across his. Tonight I am his angel, but he is mine too, though I'll never say so, except in the bittersweet kisses that pass between us like shooting stars, companions for a moment and gone like candlelight lost in dawn. But right now feels good. Right now is enough.
Felt so right, just as soft as a spirit in the night...
The wakening hunger changes kisses to dances, as our lonely fears are lifted away on the wings of the gypsy angels. Now there's just the heat of skin to skin, lips to lips. The summer ground is a warm enough bed and only the gypsy angels hear the murmurs that pass between us, and they keep their secrets well. I'm comforted by his warmth above me and their light, dancing at the corners of my vision.
Felt so right, together we move like spirits in the night
And all is gone for a while, except the fire and heat that shoot through us. It tastes so sweet as the night moves past but even the Angels can't make it last.
So we closed our eyes and said goodbye to Gypsy Angel Row...
©Sonja Torres 2003