I don't remember waking.
I remember my nose pressed against the back of your neck.
I remember your skin felt so soft.
I had a flash of Sunday morning, a Sunday morning that could be.
I smiled.
"What are you thinking?" you said.
I don't know if you know what I was thinking but I blurted out.
About how I imagined us fighting over the Guardian and Times.
Eating croissants. Drinking tea.
That wasn't what I was thinking with your neck pressed against my nose.
My lips brushing the top of your back.
Your skin so soft.
That wasn't what I was thinking.
What was i thinking with your nose pressed against my neck?
ReplyDeleteAnd the talk of croissants, the guardian, and breakfast in bed!
What was I thinking when i entered your home,
a camper van....and me all alone?
I was hoping and wishing for a man to appear,
whom I could lie with and talk with regardless of my fears.
To believe that it was possible to be who I am and to trust the moment that showed me I can.