I follow him into the wood, my brave warrior.
My heart is racing as I stumble between the trees
which seem to clear a path to where he is.
I find him at our tree, wearing a breechcloth.
My breath is fast and unsteady but it’s not from
the exercise. It’s the sight of his broad, shoulders
narrow hips and powerful legs. His bronze skin
glistened in the bright sunlight and his thick black
mane fell in untamed waves down his wide, sinewy back.
When I saw him for the first time, I was awestruck.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I remember thinking
that he was the most beautiful man I had ever seen.
I wanted to run my fingers through his hair and feel
his arms to see if they were as strong and tough as they
looked. And when he looked at me with those dark
brown eyes framed by long black lashes, I was lost.
It wasn’t hard for me to fall in love with him And,
at night I would meet him on top of the roof where
he liked to sleep. He wanted the sky to be the roof
and the trees to be the walls instead of the room
where he and two other Sioux men resided.
We have been seeing each other under the quiet.
Last night, under the stars, we made love for the
first time. It was the most earth shattering experience
I have ever had. After being with him, I know that I
could never be with anyone else. I will have to break
my engagement to Lewis. I thought I loved him and
that’s why I accepted his proposal but that was before
I met Hotah.
He hears me now and turns. I run to him.
I throw myself into his arms which he wraps tightly
about me. I feel safe.
“Tonight,” he said softly. “Tonight, we leave.”
“Yes, Hotah,” I murmur before our lips meet.
Tonight, we were leaving the college to begin a new
life together. I’m going to be Hotah’s wife and be a
teacher for his people.
This story was also inspired by Unbowed, a 1999 love story of a Lakota Sioux Indian man and his African American teacher.
This was written for the #writephoto Prompt – Bright at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo.