Morning Blues ( Archived) (5)

Stiffness forces me to shift my body in the tight confine of my blanket. The weight of the couch back presses against me holding me rigid and there is no space ahead to relieve this pressure. Heat rises in my chest and my breath is encapsulated in a nebula of warmth I cannot escape. Shifting my head to seek fresh cool air invites a tickle on my nose and I realize that something is obscuring my path to freedom. My right arm is motionless and incapable of rising to wipe the tickle away. My eyes open and through the haze of sleep and the darkness of the room I sense a silent form inches away. I feel her warmth pressing against my legs, stomach and chest and then I see the hair that makes a nest of my exhalations. There is no noise, no movement just a depth of warmth that almost drives me to forget and fall back into unconsciousness. Almost. My futile attempts to alleviate my confined position seem to cause the body ahead of me to adjust slightly. My left hand rolls out from my side to lower against her body, and draw it nearer. With but a touch she stirs to life, slowly and gracefully. Her own hand blindly seeks the new weight on her side and tiny, firm fingers slide into my own waiting hand. Gently drawing my hand up tight to her face. Wet heat softly and gently grazes my hand and then is drawn back as a kiss is planted on each knuckle. Safely nestled under her chin in a firm and controlling grip I can hear her breathing through our touch. Comfortably numb now my senses begin to drift into passive acceptance until I feel a warm trickle that cools as it passes running from the uppermost part of my hand and seeping into our entwined digits. Curious I seek to draw my hand back to test the fluids but her strength resists my feeble efforts. Her body pushes back harder into mine as if seeking to be completely enfolded. Again I try with a little more persistence to pull my hand back to my field of vision and her whole body turns with it. The faint glow from the streetlights venting through the blinds all seem to be drawn into the shimmering, sapphire blue gem of her eye, like the ground zero of a lightning strike. Amidst the near blinding electric azure I can see pools of liquid that leave trails down the graceful curves of her cheeks. Sadness and deep concern drives my strength to pull harder but she anticipates it and rolls into my chest to assuage the mild distress. A smile that ignites the vibrancy of both eyes and illuminates the wondrous curve of rose tinted lips explodes silently upon her face and my resolve is gone. Her lips part slightly as her face draws tight to my own. The tingle of contact then the pressure of firm resolve burns my lips and pulls me into her kiss. Brief yet firm and determined. I try to grasp at her lip as it is withdrawing with my teeth, to no avail as her face recedes and begins to lower back to the intense heat emanating from my chest. Her fingers loosen their grip on my own and my arm raises slowly to allow her to close tighter. I place my arm around her back and draw my fingers tight on her nape enfurled with her hair. Holding her close I can feel my shirt getting wet from the tears that produce no shudders. My tension from these tears and their cause vanishes as her head once more tilts to lift her gleaming eyes straight into my own. Passion, trust and Love flow from those liquid pools of light and it seems to break the flood gate of my own. A single tear begins to run down my own cheek but is intercepted by a tiny single finger from her hand. It's entire liquid essence lited clear from my skin with no effort, her finger lowers to her face and her tongue gently draws the glistening orb into her mouth. Her hand returns to my face and gently cradles it, a solitary insistence closes my eyes and we soon fall alseep again entwined in the one place I could never leave.
(con't)

Aw, Mark...how beautifully you write your thoughts and emotions. I'm sorry that it was just a dream. But it was a beautiful one while it lasted. Some day, my friend, I hope that a similar scene, without the tears, is a reality for you.

Beautiful as always, Mark. Your writing always touches me.

I just wish it would not leave me touching myself so damn often...
But for one simple caress from my Love I would trade it all...

Thanks Dana

And Dru for the kind words as well