By sarah dragonfleyes@excite.com
Date: 9 November 2000
in the rain
it was the white shirt, and the way it opened. Revealing the neck, the soft supple pale skin that lay there. How her head hung back against the chair, cradled in the natural weave of the fabric. Tendrils of hair hanging against her face, a veil of soft spun gold. Her lips red from the heat in her, her cheeks flushed against her normally pale face. I saw her eyes distant, watching the shadows play against each other on the floor. She was so far away at this moment, i couldn't imagine where she had traveled too. what she was thinking, but i wanted to be there. i saw the pain flash in a second across her face, then disapear. we sat in the darkness, listening as the rain pattered against the window streaked with perspiration. the only light was from the fireplace we sat before, her in the chair, and i on the floor beside gazing. she came to me this night, soaked, calling my name from the street below as water streamed down her face. i never wanted to have someone come to me or call to me as much as she had at that moment, i was restless, restless with the agony of thinking of her and wanting to be rid of her in my mind. My personal torment. I was never free of it, i felt the pain in the pit of my stomach spread through my limbs. I could barely sleep a wink at night when i knew she was out there, it was if she was this addiction i had. Suddenly i was taken off of it, and i no longer could live the way i had. Once i touched her it was all lost. I was lost...now she is here quiet beside me. I wanted to reach out and touch her, draw her to me, but i couldn't yet. She had come to me, and she would come to me again in her time. That is what she needed, when she could break down those moments and rationalize them, and then come to me. I went back to watching her, she looked quieter now. almost listless in her serenity. I always thought she looked like an angel, her face was to beautiful to watch at times, without breaking my heart. Everything about her was heart breakingly beautiful. I imagined lying next to her, seeing her body laid out, whenever that moment would come i would not know....but she was here now, and that was enough.
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