Twice

He is twice her size.

She straddles the park bench, her back to his chest, face towards the sun.
Encircled by his arms.

His winter-pale legs—golden hair shimmering—encase hers.
His warm lips graze the back of her neck.

She peers over her shoulder as a woman walks by, one of many on this sunny spring afternoon. She catches the stranger’s eye—recognizes the question there—
Is this all right with you?
—and withdraws.
Back against his chest.
Into his arms.

He is twice her size.
That is enough.

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