Rite of Movement

He laid on my stomach and I put my hand on his back. His skin felt soft against mine. I felt his facial hair graze my naval as he spoke. I looked at the birthmark on his back and started to circle it with my finger. He made a movie reference, as is his style, and we had a brief exchange, then continued to lay there in silence. I continued to circle the mark with my finger and gently scratch his back. There's something about silence that brings out someone's true feelings. He was gentle and soft, as was I. We rarely show that side of ourselves to other people, but we become soft around each other. There are times when I see his eyes shift from being playful or witty to loving and adoring. I continued to lightly scratch his back and think about how much I would miss him. How I would look back on that moment and miss it so dearly. The feel of his skin on mine, the light tickling of his facial hair, the smell of his sweat mixed with mine, and even the birthmark on his back. He made me promise him something, and I couldn't help but smile. Sometimes it's the little things that count the most. It's very cliche sounding, but it is true. In that moment it was just he and I, and two bags of mini Reese's peanutbutter cups.