Drawing a Line in the Sand

Drawing a line in the Sand
"So here it is baby," she picks up a stick, "I'm gonna draw a line in the sand."

The sun begins to set at the beautiful beach and all Sarah can think about was the endless love they shared on the sand, in the waves, under the palm trees. She remembered spending all day creating a Zen Garden in the sand for them to place their towels and sleep together in perfect bliss. Nothing to disturb them but the small sand crabs building their holes. It all came down to this.

A line, not unlike the demarcation line between two countries fighting. Civil War. This is what it was, love's battlefield.

"So it all comes down to this huh?" Sarah watches her lover drag her stick across the ground clearly marking where she ends and her lover begins. A clearly defined separation between what could have been....what should have been....

"That is right... I love you...but I need space," she put down the stick and sits three or four feet away from the line, clearly trying to enjoy her new found......loneliness.

"Alright then," Sarah puts down her towel and takes off her tank top revealing her red bikini covering her elegant curves, her counterpart stares and loses herself for a minute in thought. Thoughts of love making for hours, no insecurities, no games, no drama, just two people who are incredibly crazy about each other. But it was all over for now.

"You stay on your side and don't you dare get close to that line," she warns her lover trying not to think of how much she wished things were different.

"I am going to sleep," Sarah says ignoring her lovers request. She starts to assemble her beach side tent one pole at a time. This is what it would take to get her sweetheart back, one day at a time. One pole and then another until this pile of poles becomes a home. It takes a lot of patience to build a tent.
Her lover unrolls her sleeping bag, she is not as fortunate to have shelter. Exposed to the elements of the outdoors, the world is an unpredictable place. Sarah worried that it would rain, it hurt her to think that her baby girl could suffer unnecessarily, but it was out of her hands.

As the night claimed the day, Sarah was wide awake thinking, worrying, wondering. 'How is my Angel?' It was like an obsession, her feelings were unsurpassed. Unavoidable. A magnet inside of her, pulling her toward her girl. It wasn't mistakable, she was drawn to her, being away made her feel extremely uncomfortable, it just didn't make sense for them to be separate.

As the sunlight reached its rays a little further every morning hour, Sarah crept a little closer to her princess. One inch at a time. From outside the safety of her shelter, to the beach creeping closer and closer to the line.

A few hours pass, and there she is the line stepper. Sarah sleeping right next to the line, hugging the line, embracing it, trying to be as close as allowable.

Her former lover wakes up slowly, and for a minute she forgets the problems they had. Its too early for drama, too early for games, too early for anything complicated. She reaches over the line and puts her hands through her girl's hair, it felt good to let go and let in. Releasing all the hurt and the pain.

Sarah opens her eyes startled by the show of affection, she sits up staring at her lover, who still had her eyes closed. She knew once her girl opens her eyes, all the light of day would enter her eyes and she would remember 'oh yeah, I am mad at you.' She tried to enjoy the moment while it lasted.

Sure enough, her girl opened her eyes, almost surprised by her invasion of hand to the head of her sworn enemy, how dare she. "You stop getting close to that line!!"

Sarah wondered if being close to the line made her more accessible, more vulnerable, and yet she couldn't stop stepping the line. Such is love.

So there she is waiting, watching the waves in the distance wondering if its time to sail away to another island. But she can't let go, she can't stop, she is drawn. Its not time yet.