To the sound of rain, the sputtering of a Chanukah candle.

Dec 10, 2004 03:36

I had to get up and declare this, at 3:30AM.
I’m shaved, not a hair below the neck, and the clean sheets are approving, caressing, engulfing, enfolding me in their gentle linen hug. Gliding in my warm cottony cocoon, the sensual rain - knock of tiny hands against my window, staccato, legato, staccato… Newly sinuous, smoothly moving, feeling sleek, softly reaching - but finding no one…

I want to cuddle. I don’t want sex; I want the yielding warmth of skin, the trust of another, the acceptance and affection and holding, protecting, shielding, sharing, hugging, skin on skin, silky fingers - mine, another’s. The placid sound of a heartbeat, a gentle inhalation. I want to share this wonderful gift that is human touch, feel someone’s breath, energy, moving muscle under skin, engirthing, sharing. A hug is totality.

Back to bed now, where I will embrace each
And everyone
Of you.

Good night.
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