We can lay for hours, talking or not talking, Moving or not moving. Exploring the spaces between and inside our minds, our hands, our bodies; our lives compress and release. I appreciate you in caresses; we live in disbelief. I laugh and we mock and we sit and we cry, our stomachs unfolding for the gasps of air we have breathed between each other.
I am tasting and feeling and living that little piece that I doubted and oversimplified. My mind ensconces the midnight that has passed so delicately, deliberately denying the demands of the time piece that measures our lives. We fit and come apart, wind and unwind, twist and straighten up in our seats and our minds, making headway towards undefined lives in unsteady times.
