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By dragonfleyes Date: 2002 Oct 29 Comment on this Work [[2002.10.29.14.22.29256]] |
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I wondered at the midnight hour, as it passed away into the morning light. I waited for you to come to me, and your arms to come slip around my neck. The night felt barren without your touch. I watched as the fog lay heavy on the cobblestones, encapsuling what little light inhabited the night. I've called to you from my dreams since I can remember. From the earliest memories of childhood, my thoughts had found you. I would look for you wherever i went, perhaps a scent of cologne, a picture painted on a mausoleum, maybe a passing conversation. I was a somber child, and quiet, full of the idea of you. As I grew, I began to travel, remote places of the world I imagined you to be in. Hiding in the dark shadows, searching out people, only when your need called. I would hold conversation at candle lit tables, speaking of you as my dearest friend, my companion. As in thought you were. Others began to think I knew you intimately, which I did, more intimately than i knew myself. You came to me, while I slept naked, my white skin glowing against the dark sheets. My dreams had been growing with their urgency and need of you. I awoke, to see you sitting across from me, your dark eyes, smoldering coal in the dark night. Your lips spread into a wicked grin, that taunted me, and yet made every cell in my body seem alive. Now, I wait for you every evening, as you take me into your arms. And every night, I die again, waiting for you to resurrect me. |