Stained sheets tousled, like her hair.
Radiant glow, bodies flushed, pair entwined in a dream filled sleep.
One moves the other follows, maintaining that basic connection.
A touch, leg to leg, shoulder to back, hand to hip…
The need to know the other is there, fulfilled. The desire to never let go sustained in the moment.
For the moment is all that matters.
Authors original version and note can be found here.
Wild Horse, roaming free
Just the way you were made to be.
“Why don’t you tame him?”
They once said to me.
“Are you going back home?”
“I’d like to…”
I know this and accept your reasons, but do not tell you this.
Instead, I pull up my wall, as you pull me in close.
He wraps his arm around me, pulling me in close.
I can feel his hardness against the small of my back.
He sits in the dark, waiting.
Waiting for me to come home, for our son to fall asleep.
His smell leaves me wanting
–Nicotine, earthy, smoke, and musk
peace in the only place that feels like home.
— curled up next to his body, hand and head on his chest. Heartbeat in my ear.
Water, hot, envelopes me as I relax.
Days events begin to drift away, along with my stress.
Crying, from the next room, barely a whisper as I loose myself to the comfort of the water.
I wake up, you’re not here.
You were so vivid in my dreams
I could reach out and touch you
Watch you breathe, feel your hands on my skin, your breath on my cheek.
The anguish of you leaving…
Stays with me when I wake
I watched you walk away,
Blonde hair, pulled back into a pony,
A far cry from the pig tails you sported in youth.
Your anger piercing, with each step.
I do not need the recognition,
I do not require being seen,
One voice among the millions,
Easily drowned out
Except by those who need to hear it.
The ones whom my words touch,
The few that need the spark,
Those who need to know they are not alone.
Written in lettrs on 12/3/18