Thursday, January 15, 2009

Divided

In the hazy moments of not-quite-sleep I can feel you there behind me.

The breath of the fan becomes yours, warm on the sleep damp curls at the base of my neck and the weight of the blanket becomes your arm draped across my chest.

In the world of near-dreams I know that the slightest movement would find you there with me, my back to your chest, flank to flank all the length of our bodies. You would pull me closer, touching your lips to the spot just behind my ear where the perfume of satisfaction mingles with the scent of dreams to spin it's magic of one more minute.

But one more minute comes and goes and I know the distance between us is far too great to be crossed by hope and so I roll face to the wall, alone.

14 little kittens say Meow:

Bj in Dallas said...

oK, THAT IS VERY DIFFERENT FROM YOUR USUAL....BUT VERY COOL...

I was waiting for you to say something about Craig's List

OHN said...

Thystle--are you ok?

Miss Thystle said...

Yeah, OHN, I'm okay. Just a little...thoughtful.

sheila said...

I had no idea you were a poet. Very cool. Me likes it!

♥georgie♥ said...

wow.....impressive!

Star Forbis said...

Thank you so much for visiting my Blog and Laughing with me. Come back any time.

Nadine Hightower said...

HUGS.

Lorrie Veasey said...

This is why I lerve you Kikikins.

In the end, it's all about the prose.

kwr221 said...

A multi-faceted gem, you are!

kwr221 said...

A multi-faceted gem, you are!

Bj in Dallas said...

now get out of that damn bed and cook us up something to eat! :)

Miss Thystle said...

I hope you like taco bell, because that's what I'm cooking for dinner tonight!

Sheree said...

You're scaring me.

Racie Lover said...

I hope that is going in our book because that right there will win us some prizes. Go girl.