me and my thoughts on a dark day
I squeezed my hand earnestly past the weight of your arm, nudged you slowly with my fingers. I eased my hand between, glided past the side of your left rib cage. I squeezed past the smooth feel of your shirt. I grazed the grooves of your ribs and travelled up the soft mound of your belly till my hand found the warm hard gradual slope of your chest. And I spread my fingers wide as far as I could without any discomfort and my hand sought to cover your heart and feel its beat pulsing beneath my fingers. And there it rested in bliss till you turned away reminding me I owned nothing. I wonder if you knew the thought that I put in just to get my hand there..and the waves of sweet surrender I experienced and the transience of that moment. The moment when I felt the beat of who you were as I felt you in my veins as a throb and a drum beat and a wave of music
