Normal
I’m still here. I’m sorry I haven’t updated. Uncertainty and change – shifting sands of myriad subtle and less subtle transitions - have rendered me tongue-tied. Outwardly barren and passive, I am inwardly fecund and restless. I read those of you who let me on my rss reader and find myself curiously reticent, unwilling to trespass, envious of your prolificacy. I crave normality when and wherever it offers itself: wakefulness on an early spring morning, dawn choruses, the sun’s nascent rays illuminating the oleander, a lush overgrown garden from the previous week’s abundant rainfall, the sound of droplets separated from a curtain of warm rain, the scent of trapped moisture evaporating. Being spooned – my thigh held securely between his, my body held by his flesh, muscle and will, wistfully wishing he could hold my mind – while he thumbs over my left nipple like a worry bead.
For now, this is what I settle for.
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Reader Comments (5)
I was just beginning to wonder if you had fallen into a rabbit hole somewhere. But it looks like you're just immersed in sensuality.
Even in your tongue-tied state, your words are beautiful :)
"wistfully wishing he could hold my mind "
A lover once told me, he wished he could put me in his pocket so that I am with him all the time. That particular line in your post jerked me back to that particular memory. That's all.
That'd be a giant rabbit, then, Elizavetta. We don't get them here. ;-) And thank you, my dear.
Karen - no one's ever said that to me. How wonderful! I'm slightly jealous, too. :)
o xxx
Don't settle, dear orchidea. Both of you deserve more than that. Be thankful that there is comfort to be had.
Scuttled over here when I saw your comment. Hehe. I thought you posted. I should have trusted the efficiency of Blogger's Blogroll widget. If there's one reason why I should stay in my humdrum relationship with Blogger is its Dependability.