the quiet still of the morning
THE QUIET STILL OF THE MORNING
~S~ called me this morning. She calls every morning, dragging herself from sleep to dial my numbers - I think they must be etched indelibly in her memory by now.
I lay for a while on the couch, we talked - as a matter of fact we talked about education, lost opportunities and missed potential. There is no subject that we can't talk about. I love that.
I love talking to her at this time of day. In her world, it is still night. Her sky was dark, her air was cool. I love knowing that she will drift back off to sleep with my voice still in her head. I needed to feel closer to her, needed to experience the blurring of reality and dreams.
And so that is how I found myself lying on my bed, listening to her voice. Silken words caressing my mind and in turn awakening my body.
Later, her voice becomes just a whisper, gentle afterglow pulling us closer to insistently beckoning dreams.
Murmured goodbyes, and the phone slips from my fingers onto the bed beside me.
My eyes close, my mind follows a familiar path and there she is, beside me, deep in the satisfied slumber of one who is and always will be loved. My body moulded to hers, our breathing rhythmic, keeping perfect time.
Her dark hair threaded through my muted shades of red, fingers entwined, limbs tangled.
Together, in the quiet still of the morning.
~S~ called me this morning. She calls every morning, dragging herself from sleep to dial my numbers - I think they must be etched indelibly in her memory by now.
I lay for a while on the couch, we talked - as a matter of fact we talked about education, lost opportunities and missed potential. There is no subject that we can't talk about. I love that.
I love talking to her at this time of day. In her world, it is still night. Her sky was dark, her air was cool. I love knowing that she will drift back off to sleep with my voice still in her head. I needed to feel closer to her, needed to experience the blurring of reality and dreams.
And so that is how I found myself lying on my bed, listening to her voice. Silken words caressing my mind and in turn awakening my body.
Later, her voice becomes just a whisper, gentle afterglow pulling us closer to insistently beckoning dreams.
Murmured goodbyes, and the phone slips from my fingers onto the bed beside me.
My eyes close, my mind follows a familiar path and there she is, beside me, deep in the satisfied slumber of one who is and always will be loved. My body moulded to hers, our breathing rhythmic, keeping perfect time.
Her dark hair threaded through my muted shades of red, fingers entwined, limbs tangled.
Together, in the quiet still of the morning.
posted by Deadly Female at 1:00 PM
12 Comments:
Lovely post :)
wonderful image, could almost hear the whispers
now that's something to write about....how sweet!
Beautifully written.
I don't know if I've ever shared this with you, but my husband and I began our journey together as a long-distance (not as long as yours) relationship.
I say that to say this; I remember mornings like that. I remember the feeling of drifting off with his voice in my head and only a cold phone to cradle. It is truly bittersweet, and you've captured it with your words, oh so well.
mmmmm... that was just beautiful, DF. =)
That was truly lovely, DF. I feel your love and longing in your beautiful words and images.
Thank you for visiting me and leaving such a lovely comment. I appreciate it more than you know.
Beautifully evocative, DF. As always.
Minxy
See? It's like this...I was gonna say how beautiful that was, but then everyone else has said it, so I feel I need to come up with something else. Sometimes getting here too late kinda sucks ya know??
I so understand about the murmured goodbyes and the fantasies of being tangled in bed with your loved one.
You've captured it beautifully in this post.
sigh.
just beautiful, df.
Fantastico, muy sensual.
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