I hover above her, not touching her, but simply looking at her,
staying close to her, my skin so close to her.
And she has no idea. She does not know that I am so near her, now. So near her lips, her body, her legs. But every fiber of my self is aware of the closeness. Aware of the inch of space that I have placed between our bodies, as she sleeps.
My face is flushed, and my arms shaky from holding myself up at this angle, above her length. My nose brushes against the tip of hers as she turns in her sleep, and I moan softly.
And I have to get off of the bed, away from her nearness. If I didn't, then I don't know how long I would hold out.
I sit in front of her, my eyes all over her face, and working down. Her serene, smooth brow, her cute little nose, the pink lips, the long neck.
And I give an involuntary shiver as I work lower. The fold of skin revealed in her night gown, the soft curves, and ever lower.
I pull my eyes back up to her face, fearful that she'll wake, though she never has before. She always sleeps soundly, restfully.
I move in close to her face, and feel her breath on my cheek. I sigh into her hair, and a auburn ringlet falls into her face. I move back, and, lovingly, pull out back, tucking it behind her ear.
And, as I watch her, unspeakable songs and words fill my head, and tears burn at the back of my eyes.
I move in again, and put my mouth to her ear. "You are the gift of sight, the soul of light, and my one and only, forever.
"You are the sound of speech, a psalm worth preach, and my one and only, forever.
"You are the sleeper's dream, always to be, a friend, a beauty, a gift to me."
She feels the tickle of my words in her ear, and her hand reached up to it, and runs lightly against my face.
"Parvati..." says Lavender, quietly to her dream image of me.
And I look down at her, and move, silently, away, back to my bed.
"Lavender..." I say quietly back.
And we both nestle into dreams of each other, and unspoken words, to remain unspoken for all of our lives.
And she has no idea. She does not know that I am so near her, now. So near her lips, her body, her legs. But every fiber of my self is aware of the closeness. Aware of the inch of space that I have placed between our bodies, as she sleeps.
My face is flushed, and my arms shaky from holding myself up at this angle, above her length. My nose brushes against the tip of hers as she turns in her sleep, and I moan softly.
And I have to get off of the bed, away from her nearness. If I didn't, then I don't know how long I would hold out.
I sit in front of her, my eyes all over her face, and working down. Her serene, smooth brow, her cute little nose, the pink lips, the long neck.
And I give an involuntary shiver as I work lower. The fold of skin revealed in her night gown, the soft curves, and ever lower.
I pull my eyes back up to her face, fearful that she'll wake, though she never has before. She always sleeps soundly, restfully.
I move in close to her face, and feel her breath on my cheek. I sigh into her hair, and a auburn ringlet falls into her face. I move back, and, lovingly, pull out back, tucking it behind her ear.
And, as I watch her, unspeakable songs and words fill my head, and tears burn at the back of my eyes.
I move in again, and put my mouth to her ear. "You are the gift of sight, the soul of light, and my one and only, forever.
"You are the sound of speech, a psalm worth preach, and my one and only, forever.
"You are the sleeper's dream, always to be, a friend, a beauty, a gift to me."
She feels the tickle of my words in her ear, and her hand reached up to it, and runs lightly against my face.
"Parvati..." says Lavender, quietly to her dream image of me.
And I look down at her, and move, silently, away, back to my bed.
"Lavender..." I say quietly back.
And we both nestle into dreams of each other, and unspoken words, to remain unspoken for all of our lives.