Toe to heel, a slight push, and your foot, encased in a dark sock the last
time I saw it, is free. A quick repetition leaves both shoes resting empty
next to each other, and as quietly as you can-you've assumed I've drifted
back to dreams-you drape your light jacket over them. I can see the pile
of clothes in my mind, neat and orderly, nothing like the haphazard trail
we created earlier. You shouldn't have any trouble finding them in the
never-quite-dark night, not like you did a few minutes ago.
Maybe I should tell you the floorboards in front of the couch squeak under the weight of leaving footsteps.
Maybe next time I'll be more careful about where your clothes land.
A contented hum escapes me as the bed dips slightly and your lips find my shoulder for an instant. This is the unlikely duo of New and Familiar, and I have to admit I like it. A lot.
You've been in this bed before. You've kissed me before. You've watched over me before.
You've never stayed before. I know you've wanted to, the way your breath catches and your heart stops when you turn to go gives you away. You'd like to watch me dream forever.
Sometimes, when no one else is around, I catch a reverence in your eyes, a piercing wonder you'd never admit to. A fire, a glow. Heartrending if I saw it directed at anyone else. As if there is something so wonderful in me it could make you cry.
I haven't figured it out yet. But it must be something grander than your ever-present thirst to see me dream. It must be.
Your shifting form provides an exit for the ephemeral wisps of my memories, and the sounds of "You awake?" tickles my ear.
You speak of doubts and niggling fears, of your frustrations and losses, why you wish you'd never met me and why you wish you'd never stayed. You tell me how your intentions have changed, about your jealousies and mine, times you should have followed your heart, and how you truly hate to be alone. Times you should've said more, said less, said nothing at all. When you should've listened and when you should've let well enough alone. When you've thought more with your heart than with your mind. Your biggest regrets and the things you'll never forget. Circumstances where you've chased your own dreams away, where love has gotten old, where you've been hurt by not feeling hurt. Places you've never been and place you wish you could go back to.
Only your silence touches me; your soul penetrating deep into mine without so much as a glance of the pads of your fingers on my skin. You have just said more in two words than anyone has said in a lifetime.
And I am not sure whose voice cuts through the murky darkness of a sunset and says, "Always." Not sure what we have just promised ourselves to. Not sure about anything but being with you.
This is you being me being you. This, in the space and time of three words, has become real.
This I like. A lot.
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A/N's: Heh. I wrote more. Don't know why. Some things just need to be said. G I have to thank Devanie for absolutely everything, but especially listening to all my whining about, well, everything. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Maybe I should tell you the floorboards in front of the couch squeak under the weight of leaving footsteps.
Maybe next time I'll be more careful about where your clothes land.
A contented hum escapes me as the bed dips slightly and your lips find my shoulder for an instant. This is the unlikely duo of New and Familiar, and I have to admit I like it. A lot.
You've been in this bed before. You've kissed me before. You've watched over me before.
You've never stayed before. I know you've wanted to, the way your breath catches and your heart stops when you turn to go gives you away. You'd like to watch me dream forever.
Sometimes, when no one else is around, I catch a reverence in your eyes, a piercing wonder you'd never admit to. A fire, a glow. Heartrending if I saw it directed at anyone else. As if there is something so wonderful in me it could make you cry.
I haven't figured it out yet. But it must be something grander than your ever-present thirst to see me dream. It must be.
Your shifting form provides an exit for the ephemeral wisps of my memories, and the sounds of "You awake?" tickles my ear.
You speak of doubts and niggling fears, of your frustrations and losses, why you wish you'd never met me and why you wish you'd never stayed. You tell me how your intentions have changed, about your jealousies and mine, times you should have followed your heart, and how you truly hate to be alone. Times you should've said more, said less, said nothing at all. When you should've listened and when you should've let well enough alone. When you've thought more with your heart than with your mind. Your biggest regrets and the things you'll never forget. Circumstances where you've chased your own dreams away, where love has gotten old, where you've been hurt by not feeling hurt. Places you've never been and place you wish you could go back to.
Only your silence touches me; your soul penetrating deep into mine without so much as a glance of the pads of your fingers on my skin. You have just said more in two words than anyone has said in a lifetime.
And I am not sure whose voice cuts through the murky darkness of a sunset and says, "Always." Not sure what we have just promised ourselves to. Not sure about anything but being with you.
This is you being me being you. This, in the space and time of three words, has become real.
This I like. A lot.
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A/N's: Heh. I wrote more. Don't know why. Some things just need to be said. G I have to thank Devanie for absolutely everything, but especially listening to all my whining about, well, everything. Thank you, thank you, thank you!