Wednesday, December 20, 2017
Awoke
Dark, dark, dark brilliantly dark...
Eyes that awaken me from a gray/blue slumber...a slant of a sun slicing into a morning, cutting hypotenuse lines against the white sheets and linens.
I remember your eyes above me, a cascade of your hair in a corona against your face. You smirked, regarding me...
Dark, dark, illuminating dark...the color of your hair in a shower, brilliant brunette. Tendrils of curls that darken with dampness and lay on your pale shoulders...the rhythm of the rain of the shower head cascading and you looking at me with make-up smeared eyes.
I remember your favorite coffee combination...not complicated but exact. I remember ordering it, like completing a riddle, and waiting and when placed in your hands you absorbed and enjoyed. Your dark eyes hovering above a rim of a cup, and sipping silently.
And then a walk into a rain, a grey and sullen morning...and the atmosphere was tragic and the people beside were lonely, but we walked along each other and the cold gathered and kept itself icy and we came to a point where we parted and you pulled into me and you placed pliant lips and you had a taste of chocolate and coffee and candy and you and I placed a hand on your back and held you longer than the kiss.
Dark, dark...the taste of your kiss was a recipe of a dish I had never known but had become instantly addicted. It was a taste of a brain clamoring for more and confusing the very brief moment for something that was lasting.
I drove away in a rain, the thudding of windshield wipers as a cadence of rhythm. It was not the same as the shower but it was similar...so it was a reminder.
Later...
Bourbon, and the taste of it.
The course of it through the parts of me that are now in an evening...the day parts long gone.
I sit in the browning of the day, the leaves falling in an afternoon. The day is no longer golden but it is darkening.
It is a brown that is actually a slight shade of gold A slight shade of silver. It is a jewel. And it is the color of your eyes that greet me and course through me and I am now awake.
Awoke.
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