There is this perfect night that I have played over and over again in my head.
Reagge music, drinks, dancing and kisses.
That was last night.
I have you in my arms and sing out, "25000 pennies in my pocket." You crane your neck around. That smile. Those eyes. And a kiss. I never want to leave you.
But I do.
Because I have to.
And now it is morning. I roll over and wrap my arms around a pillow and blanket. And for just a moment, I'm there with you. When I wake up just enough to realize that I'm alone, you text. Then call.
I'm out the door. Coffee. Cold. Ladders. But you, the impression of you. Your soft curves, and tight kisses that leave me breathless, every part of you indellibly imprined on my mind, and my heart.
The geese fly overhead. South.
The air smells like wind and autumn.
The beauty of the day is mezmerizing. I want to just stop. Look at the new found sky and breathe. I long to hold her close. To wake up next to her. To feel her hip under my hand. Her lips on my cheek.
"Heavy Heavy Low."
-The Aggrolites
File under Vice.
2 comments:
my favorite part is the untold story of how the the sky is still biting but much less ferocious and how the ladders though high are not as high as the day before.
It is like slowly waking up and realizing that you are in a comfortable bed. And that you aren't alone for the first time in a long time. I really missed God, and I really missed being in love.
Post a Comment