Prompt: What I Really Want to Say Is.....

What I really want to say is what spell did you weave so that I would open myself so deeply to you? What I really want to say is I don't want to keep going here with you. Going to these soft green-blue mountains. These Laguna nights. Laguna Mountains. Yet, there you are.
   
Here we are across the road from the cabin in an old log roadside tavern. We feel like impostors, having given up our drinking and bar days years ago. It's a cloudy Saturday afternoon. We order beers in bottles and take up our pool cues in the L of the room behind the bar. Three sides of the room have long windows. I see outside to the small parking lot, across the blacktop to our cabin at the Laguna Lodge, past to pine forests and soft mountain slopes.

You rack the balls. I tell you to break because I'm not good at breaking. I hear the sharp crack of pool balls being scattered over green felt; the click click click of balls running into each other, and the thump of a ball in a corner pocket; the smell of chalk and the feel of the smooth wood cue sliding between my fingers.
   

We flirt around the pool table. We rub up against each other. We get silly. This game-this pool game-is not too serious.
   

Few people are at the bar-old, weary locals. Then Us. You and me. We don't fit into anyone's category. We're just there in a bar in the Laguna Mountains on a Saturday afternoon. We're just there, in love and being silly.
   

After our pool game we become daring. We glide our way up to the bar and each order a shot of Jack Daniels. We toss it down and look at each other with some mischief. You go to the jukebox on the side of a deserted dance floor. I hear your quarters drop. I hear the inside of the jukebox finding the record. I hear You make me feel....you make me feel...you make me feel like a natural woman.....   
   

We hold each other close.  You smell of sandalwood soap, whiskey, and spicy sweat. We're just a little, a little drunk-just enough. I feel lost in you. Your arms around me. Your blue eyes laughing. My body fitting just right into yours. You making me feel like a natural woman. (Ooo Baby whatcha done to me... done to me...) You move me around this empty dance floor in this almost empty bar. I know I'm at the end of the world. (Oh, you make me feel so good inside....good inside....) I want this to never end. Never end. The song ends. We leave the bar and walk out into the mountain chill of late afternoon. What I really want to say is I've never forgotten.