You left Your Heart, I left My Soul on the Sands Beneath the Golden Gate Bridge

Today's guest blogger is Char at Ramblins. Char's winning title was, "You left Your Heart, I left my soul on the sands beneath the Golden Gate Bridge." Take it away Char...

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Sitting on the sand, I see the sparks of distant lightening in the air and await the growling thunder to count the seconds between the flash and accompanying rumble. ..one Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi…all the way to ten.

The storm seems to have held off for a while as I turn over to you. The grayed mist of the absent afternoon sun clouds your face as you sleep on the blanket. Silent, quiet with tightly closed eyes. Your hands grasp the blanket as if you're afraid someone's fingers will snatch them away, forcing you to face the night. Some days this is my favorite time. These stolen moments before responsibilities demand and we have to drag ourselves away again.

Everything with you seems new and petal fragile. I wonder how long and push the cobwebs of uncertainty away. Your hair is short and crisp beneath my fingers. Your skin roughed by the stubbled shadow of your smile. I touch my neck to feel your kisses there, lingering at the curve of the shoulder and nape. I smile and softly murmur, "kiss marks the spot."

The breeze stirs and you stretch, long and lean. The thunder rumbles again. Closer this time as I feel the storm's fury moving closer. You sigh and turn, like you heard the rumble but refuse to acknowledge the entry of spring's fury. I curl beside you. Placing my face on your chest, inhaling deep – you shiver as the tickle reaches the deep recesses of your sand filled brain. I wrap my arms and legs around you. You feel solid and strong. An anchor that secures me to this moment, this day, this week.

Still the storm moves closer, the air smells of ozone and dampness as fat drops begin to pelt the grounds. You stir. I smile. You pull me closer. I comply. Gently you kiss me and I melt. "I'll be late for work", you whisper through bite-stung lips.

I watch you walk away and blending into the crowd of people – tourists, workers, mothers, getting on with their lives. I know this is wrong – I cannot leave my family, my home. I know that I must leave my very soul here on the sands where you slept for an afternoon while I watched and dreamt awake. Slowly I gather the blanket and fold it – it will be packed away for future days when I need a reminder of where my soul resides on the sand beneath the Golden Gate Bridge. I run as the rain begins to fall.

Char (Ramblins)

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Thank you Char over and over for your lovely post and congrats on being one of the winners of the "Birthday and Guest Blogger Giveaway" contest. With your writing, you always make me feel like I am sitting right next to you and then you take a perfect picture to capture the moment.

Stay tuned this week to read the other winner's post from BlondieLox... if you are interested in guest blogging at Under the Sheets-Shhh email me your ideas about San Francisco or relationships.