Reruns, part seven

Originally posted March 18 2009

Love in the morning sunlight

A morning sun of the spring shining through the cracks of the blinds, there's no stopping it once it started, I'm a bit afraid to open my eyes, a bit scared to drown and see the imperfections of my world coming rushing towards me.

The warm body breathing next to me, in such peace showing me I should just sleep, dream away the day I'm about to encounter. In blind I kiss an arm, a cheek, run my hand over a chest raising and lowering. I don't need to see, the image is etched in me, I know each outline and every detail.

It's not the first body to keep me warm, and surely won't be the last, but it can't possibly take away or make the love smaller. It's grand and full. One to only be ended by the breaths stopping, ending, ceasing. I dread that day when I have to give this creature up, when time has run it's course.

Perhaps if you've loved and lost you choose your objects more carefully. But I feel no losing. I feel no slipping away, all I feel is the fullfillment of being this close to the exention, the personification of my inner need of being perfect alive next to me. I have no fears left in this world, not at this moment, and I wish this morning'd last forever.

I wrap my arm around the cells that are my peace and pull it closer. It's simply not time yet. Not time to let go.

For now, all I can do is enjoy the electric sparks his soft fur transmits to my heart