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By Galadrial Date: 2001 Sep 21 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.21.08.29.30790]] |
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Dawn touches the Ridge with smoky fingers, and I slept little catching snatches woke to watch you sleeping, laid a hand to your chest to feel the soft thud of your heart. I tried to nestle close, but not to wake you, not until the sun broke through, and I lay here wrapped in flannel, my heart draped in you, steeped in the memories of this place. I remember when we first came here, you carried me over the threshold, while I laughed at the notion, looking in my eyes and we never made it to the loft, because that first kiss was so damned hungry, that suddenly I understood the custom, and all that it meant. We built this place, you and I, and I knew I had to fit a lifetime into these walls, knew in my heart that forever was finite, no matter what the heart whispered when you slept close like this. I breathe in the cedar smell, the ghost of the smoke from last night's fire, and the scent of you and I not just the sex of us, but the essense of us blending like a rare perfume. Sleep my love, so I can remember our days, and our nights, and the hunger, the touching, the tears of pure joy because it mattered more that we had found each other in the teeming mass that is life--- and we lived for one year Lived in this place called The Ridge. |