When you are in love the world is in love with you. Every twig, garbage can, and all the trees, seem to be there just as they are meant to be. Because, everything is perfect outside and in, your life and your love’s life revolves around ecstasy as our planet dances past the sun.

         Saturday night and I do have somebody. Gravel crackles as the 300 E Class Mercedes tires round to a stop. Pop, like a cork, protruding from a champagne bottle, I flow from the car into the night air, resting on magic ground, as the sea caresses the shoreline, hush, hush, hush.

         I click open the apposing side. Your naked thigh shines mysteriously in the moon’s heaven sent beams. You bow your head at first; finding your way, then rise up with a smooth smile of wet yearning pink splendor. As the door falls home a heavy thud resonates inside us and our car. It lives midair, backed by the bouncing sea, shimmering in salt-tinged air.

        “It’s such a beautiful night.”

        “Because of you.”

        “That was a nice thing to say.”

        “I’m full and overflowing when you are in my eyes.”

        “I hope you’re not too full to eat, I’m starving.”

        The door sways open to the Hollywood set of out favorite French restaurant. Waiters in tuxedos patter there and here, like little birds recoiling from a surprise wave. The music of a violin flutters down. Maxim approaches displaying his white teeth, a hand following, into a lock with mine.

        “Always a pleasure Madame and Monsieur, your table awaits. Fine night, isn’t it?”

        “Yes, a thrill to see you and be here.”

        “Will you take my coat, Max?”

        “With pleasure my lady.”