Monday, December 08, 2008
I remembered you. How we laid there afterward. How your breathing smoothed as if silky sleep tucked over you. Even as my fingers rippled the color of your hair.
I remembered sunset clouds. Plaid woven and warm. Your eyes painting the dark with things I couldn't see.
Your skin glowed like a mountain in last light.
A mountain I climbed. And claimed.
Only to drift down, the climber claimed.
Into the long caress of leeward night.