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By sweetness Date: 2001 Dec 06 Comment on this Work [[2001.12.06.21.20.23846]] |
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He calls me sunshine and tells me that he has been miserable these months without me, that seeing me put the gladness back in his heart. He sat down next to me on my bed, reached his rough workman's fingers to stroke the side of my face, and push my hair back. He made small talk, fidgeted on the edge of my bed, grinning like a small child, staring at my face. It's so good to see you, he repeated over and over. He listened to everything I had to say, relevant, inconsequential, he asked about my friends by name, even my sister's baby...and finally, his hands clasped in his lap, he looked at me and said, "Can I?" I smiled slowly and nodded, and he said again, more softly this time, "Can I?" When I said yes his lips closed over mine, and every dead sensation surged back to life in me..... this is not something I will to happen, it's not the right thing to do but it's the right thing..... I can't help the circumstances that make this love wrong, I can only float along on the river of feeling and see where I wash up....... |