He Heals Me – A Short Story

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His skin feels warm against mine. Intertwined like this, our limbs look like roots of a tree, a very sacred tree. Sade croons in the background, and I can see his torso rise and fall almost in sync with the fluid rhythm… in and out and in. He sleeps peacefully.

How long has it been? Three months… four? I wasn’t looking for him. One summer afternoon he literally bumped into me. Smiling, he apologized, and without even knowing why, I smiled too. Later, in the little vegan place I liked so much, he shared a story about his grandmother and signs…

I listened, studying his lips as he strolled down memory lane, musing about life and strange philosophical questions. Mesmerized… I followed him into the field of dreams, stepping carefully through the shadows of past heartaches, until we found ourselves slow dancing in the land of secrets. A penny for your thoughts…

Of course this happened over many afternoons… lazy afternoons filled with old records, iced tea and good times by the beach. We’d listen to sound of the ocean, healing waters flow. Then he would head off to play basketball, or work on his paintings. I’d watch him walk away and think, “maybe… just maybe…”

Then one day he turned around… His skin feels warm against mine. Intertwined like this, our limbs look like roots of a tree… a very sacred tree. The tree of life…

Inspired by “He Heals Me” Listen if you can… its one of my favorites!