Mint

He woke up on the other side of the bed...he heavy lidded his eyes and could see the faintest parts of the sun peeking into the window and he felt her beside him like a treasure that he had kept safe for the night.

Her presence was like air..like something he needed to consume to stay alive...he felt rather than heard her breathing, but he imagined she was asleep and her hair was askew.  It brought a faint smile to his lips as he shared the small room with her...this world that was shrunken...it was now just the two of them in a very small space and it was the clean-slate of a day breaking upon them.  No wrongs.

He had brief and startling memories of the night before...the bruise of a kiss, a brutal collision and the comfort of her softness...her skin was a clothing he longed to wear, he could only pull her into him as much as he could...but she made him beautiful in her cloaking.  When she was on him, within him, he was golden...she was radiant in the quiet of the room except for her heightened yearnings...the clutch, the clench of their hands as they explored and owned, declaring ownership of the inches they shared. It was the part of him that he so readily gave...but it was her return that let him let go.  They were merely quite happy in the embrace.

Happy....a state of euphoria that is fleeting.  He felt it as he lay in the pillow softness of a morning.  Hearing her softly beside him just made him that much happier.

He hated the thought of her waking but loved the idea of her looking at him.  He hated disturbing her but loved a flash of memory crossing her eyes when she had collapsed against him.

Mostly he adored the parts of hers that she questioned...a wrinkle on the eyes, a slight change.  He couldn't tell her adequately...that she was air, that she was required...whatever form that took. She was needed.

And as he lay there, undisturbed...he felt the hand of hers on his heart.  The hand of hers in his mind, finding memories, finding colors.  Redefining the definitions...redefining beauty...grace.

Reminding him that she walked upon his heart and left such imprints.  He thought of that as she slept beside him.

The sun was alighting in the room and would soon fill it with its yellow glaze.  He looked forward to it, seeing her in full gaze, her eyes and her glance against him.  He knew that if he kissed her, slightly parting of lips and letting her talk to him through the embrace that he would taste her.  He would taste her and her dreams, her ambitions...her inside parts and her thoughts...and he knew if he turned slightly and placed his lips upon hers that he would taste the sweet delicious part of her and it would taste like mint.