Sunlight/Dreamworld
August 20, 2009. 9:06 PM
Sunlight
And she missed the way he would touch her face, barely lifting her chin with the knuckle of his index finger, laid it gently against her tanned skin as if taking the greatest caution to make himself invisible even as he stood before her. Studying her. Her hair long, almost too long as it hung in straight, black curtains to confine a naked face - everything was laid bare and quiet when he did that.
It was a quiet that demanded something from both of them like the midnight sky desired company from the twinkling stars. Unassuming. Patient. A different sort of question from the public day when they had to verbally answer to professors or colleagues or most importantly, family. Here, in the early spring of a February morning, dressed in the filtered light of his bedroom, she felt reborn.
Sunlight
And she missed the way he would touch her face, barely lifting her chin with the knuckle of his index finger, laid it gently against her tanned skin as if taking the greatest caution to make himself invisible even as he stood before her. Studying her. Her hair long, almost too long as it hung in straight, black curtains to confine a naked face - everything was laid bare and quiet when he did that.
It was a quiet that demanded something from both of them like the midnight sky desired company from the twinkling stars. Unassuming. Patient. A different sort of question from the public day when they had to verbally answer to professors or colleagues or most importantly, family. Here, in the early spring of a February morning, dressed in the filtered light of his bedroom, she felt reborn.