I open my eyes
My feet are delicately placed
in-between sheets and limbs
His arms are wrapped around me,
he smiles in his slumber, and I sigh
It is an intoxicated, almost delirious sigh that stirs him,
but he doesn't open his eyes. Instead, his fingers trace my arm...
up to my shoulder..
graze my neck... and rest casually on my lips.
Then he wraps his arms around me, and I him,
and we hold each other so tight we can scarcely breathe.
Remnants of previous hours seep into my mind
Of lips, souls, legs, pressed and intertwined
Along with uncontrollable sounds and murmurs of seemingly nothingness
I have to leave, I whisper
bringing us back to the realities of imperfection.
He protests, pulling me back tighter, kissing the back of my neck
I am rendered still, once again, helpless in these arms
But then I am reminded, and I carefully unattach myself from his embrace,
remove the mess of sheets, and begin to dress.
He watches me lazily, with half dreamy eyes
that make me long to jump back into bed,
within the warm confinements of arms and blankets.
Instead, I sit on the edge of the mattress, very safely
We take a moment to stare at each other.
The sun seeps in from the window
and lays gently in the room, on us
creating a warm glow that triggers deja vu.
I love you, he whispers, as I lean in to kiss goodbye
He is almost asleep when I stand to leave
I love you, too, I say quietly, as I slip out the door.
