By a Beautiful Waterfall With the Young Woman I Love

byfallWhen Rena and I left the backyard, we went to that freak-out hotel on Telegraph so we could engage in intercourse in a bed. It was a disaster. No sooner did we get naked in bed, then we heard blood curdling screams and evil arguments – from every room. Folks were on bad drug trips. Our room was ugly and used – in an abusive way.

I looked at the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, who did not belong here. What a mistake.

“Let’s get out of here! Get dressed.
“Where are we going.”
“It’s a surprise.”

We crossed the San Rafael Bridge around six in the afternoon. We got to Mount Tamalpais, and pitched our beloved tent at seven. We had two hours of daylight. Rena loved this place.

“I want to go swimming. Is there any place to swim?”

“Yes, follow me!”

Fifteen minutes later, we are standing on the trail looking at the beautiful pool of deep water that Catarac Falls fell into.

“Will this do?” I asked, and was taken aback at how incredible Rena looked against the forest. I was enthralled by her perfect profile and watched her eyes take in the beauty all around us.

But, Rena was not smiling. I had a hard time reading her. We hardly knew each other. That fact become very apparent, because we were now utterly alone. We were deep in a beautiful forest. I could tell she was feeling uncormfable. I suddenly realized if she went swimming in this forest lagoon, I would want to be in the water with her. She did not want that. I could tell she was hiding her discomfort – very well. For some reason she did not want us to be naked in that pool, and embrace. Under her facade I could see she was afraid. Why?

“Rena.” I spoke softly. “I don’t want to seduce you anymore. I want to get to know you. I want to be with the person behind that beautiful face. I want to talk with you. I want you to talk to me.”

Rena looked so startled, as if she had been found, or, found out. She was trapped inside her beauty. Her beauty was her shield that told everyone she was doing well, and there was no need to dig any deeper.

I watched her stagger, then struggle to keep her balance as my beautiful blue eyes told her I was speaking the truth. Indeed, I would never touch her again if I could not see the real Rena.

“No ones ever talked to me before.” she said.
“What do you mean. Surely people have conversed with you?”
“But, they’ve never talked to me.”
“You mean, I am the first one?”
“I have trouble believing that?”
“It’s true!”
I studied this beautiful creature as the sun sent beams of sunlight thru the canopy. I heard these unspoken words……

“You have found me!”

This is one of the most incredible moments of my life.

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1 Response to By a Beautiful Waterfall With the Young Woman I Love

  1. Reblogged this on Rosamond Press and commented:

    I now suspect Rena is afraid of all bodies of water. Why? What happened? She would not let me in the water with her.

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