Chapter 27 Care In The Holding 2

They moved down to a point where they could see the waves crashing in on the rocks below. First they sat huddled close, as they had on the mountain, and kissed, smelled each other’s hair, felt the deep magnitude pulling between them. Then they lay down. The fog created a room for them. They couldn't see the road or the sky. Sometimes they could see the ocean, sometimes not, but always they could hear its rhythm. They held each other and rocked together. “How [ve longed for this,” Laura whispered. “I know. I know” Chana replied. Their lust flushed their faces as they lay side by side, the full length of their bodies pressed close. The fog provided privacy. The room it made for them was impersonal, without decoration. It had no square corners, no flat walls. It moved in close. A gentle kiss grew into deep passion. When they looked again, the fog had thinned and the room expanded. Laura felt one with her body and with the cliff they lay on. Her hand moved slowly up and down, charting the soft contours of Chana’s body, remembering the curve of her back from the last time. She followed the line of Chana’s firm thigh and pictured the gracefulness with which she must run.