It was a city...it was most likely New York City...a city we had both been to but never together...it was an elusive destination as it dominated my travel but occasionally yours...it was nighttime.
It was nighttime against a big expanse of windows...a full view from floor to ceiling...outside it was the blackened blue of a sky above an abundance of city lights...but the stars were quite visible.
We were in a room, full of white...white floor, white walls...the walls had texture, like wooden frames that created a geographic shape...but they likewise were colored white...it was a complete contrast to the outside world.
It was winter...that much I knew...at least in my mind. December? February? Wasn't sure.
We moved about the room...topless...I know, it was a look.
You were pale, from the winter, a smooth statue...almost. You were talking with me, greeting me, completely comfortable in your state...you wore jeans...that was all.
Mirroring you I wore jeans too...at least I think so...but likewise I had no shirt on.
We talked, moving about the room, completely comfortable in our proximity, our hazardous clothing...our white skin in winter.
At one point we pressed up against the windows to the city...our chests cold against the glass...and I think there were flurries...against the stars...white spectacles moving, unmoving...against a dark dark sky.
I remember feeling the cold...but it was an exquisite one...the city beneath us, you beside.
We turned away from the window...you came to me, enveloping me in your arms, I remember slowly collapsing to the floor to be more comfortable, and you stayed with me, in an embrace, in a kiss...we moved from the glass to the floor as one, like two dancers suddenly falling...but we moved so slow...I could feel your weight upon me, a gentle warmth...
And you...you just barely showing what must have been the first signs of pregnancy...maybe three months...just a white portion that now pressed against me...
And then I woke up.
No comments:
Post a Comment