sunday afternoon
Monday, Feb. 21, 2005
i pull him closer and closer, until the skin of his arms is pressed into mine. i pull closer and closer, because i want our skin to join, mark itself as one.i want to crawl under the skin that he lives in and draw warmth from the pulse and the thump of a heart.
instead i close my eyes, softly at first and then with weight and need. i have nowhere else to go but to sleep, lock-safe in there.
