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December 21, 2006
I wake from only an hour of sleep with a dream that I’m holding her. It was grey and we were waiting for morning. There was no danger, just time. We went to sleep apart and I woke on my side, cradling her. There was fire where our clothed bodies touched. I could see the perfect slant from jaw to neck. Nothing sexual… just contentment. I wake with a lingering sense of the satisfaction of feeling finally, improbably, whole within because of a connection without, the way sometimes giving becomes the purest kind of receiving. I wake metallic within, the galvanic alchemy of my palm on her cheek to make sure it was really happening, that for a brief moment something was created out of the night’s nothing.
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December 28th, 2006 at 9:50 pm
Good Lord. Turn this fragment into a novella or something!
Beautiful, yet it freaks me out. (Like any good fragment that should be granted expansion opportunities would.)