last night i lay on a bed covered in lights;
twinkle lights, the real kind, the "french kind,"
as he would say. i opened boxes of gifts, and even
his mother brought me a candle. and incense. and
a hug. and his stuffed bear was an inside joke
and the scarf was just what i had asked for. and
the sheets were clean and cold, and my legs were
soft and warm, and we were perfect and protected.
and we acted slow, though not hesistantly, and we
held each other close, but not definitively. for
the first time my mind was not elsewhere, and my
heart was not fibbing. for the first time, i felt
as though i could reach out and actually touch it...
his lips were smooth, and my love was tangible.
and i'm so very sorry, amy. not that he chased you, but because things are so tense with us for some reason. because really...
(i have the most beautiful sister.)
love to all. merry christmas eve.