Tuesday, March 27, 2012

My lover

The beat moved my sleeping mind. Rhythmic, hypnotising. I awake to the soft light of dawn peaking through whatever folds in the curtains that could be found. The dust motes danced, swirled softly to the music the was moving my soul from within. I stretched my body, muscles taught. There was soreness all over but I welcomed it. The strength that I had almost forgotten was returning to me slowly. I drank it in. He shifts in his sleep next to me. The movement draws my attention away from the dust and down to the smooth back stretched out to my left. he breathes heavy. I reach out, his skin is smooth, warm and cool at the same time. I slide down under the blankets. Wrap myself around him, my left arm buried in pillows, my right curving around his side and settling on the muscles in his stomach. I rest my face in between his shoulder blades. he shifts again. Grabs my right hand, kisses it, then pulls me closer. I take a deep breath, and then sleep takes me again.

Saturday, March 10, 2012


I gave up trying months ago. Succumbing to gravity seemed to be the only option. There isn't a lot of sense in what I did, in fact it made none. But I had to or I would've regretted it and always wondered. And now these days are sweet, I have the pleasure of traveling a temporary but gratifying road with a dear friend. Friend turned lover. Easy as breathing. I remember clearly how it started and I don't know how it will end but I know it will. It is enough, more than enough to be able to have this adventure, to travel the road less traveled. There are things that I enjoy about him. Conversation, matched interest, love for music. he makes me laugh, moves me. Then there is the physical, he is beautiful. The times that I wake up a dawn I love watching the light play on the planes of his body. We as humans are beautiful. It's easy to forget that. I'm glad that I have been reminded. Lately I've been reflecting on life. Where I've been, where I am, and where I think I want to be going. it's a long road to look inward, I'm glad that I have friends like him to lean on when I do.