I'm
not one to unleash the muddy riptides of my heart onto those closest to me,
only to have them drown in the flood. So let me just allow this circling notion
to alight here so that I'm no longer tempted to confide in a friend: I just
want to lay in bed with him all day and inhale the smell of his skin like
oxygen.
But instead
I'll sit here watching the dust settle, waiting for the next time I'm able to
hear him mutter words from dreams in his sleep and feel him wrap his arms around me
in the middle of the night to inoculate me against the cold, like a palm
encircling a dying flame.
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