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sitting here, looking around me and marveling at the sight. I don't know how this happened, really. The glossy nightstand in the corner, by the window and the large, glass jar candle burning, an apple next to it, a few more tealights scattered all around. The empty bottle of wine, in a dark green with a beautiful fluted neck and the two wineglasses one half-empty. Someone left a light on in the house across the way... and I can't see the building, but the faintest bluish light is filtering in through the gauze of the drapes.
All around darkness, except out of the corner of my eye, the glow of the monitor.
Perfect
Wish you were here.
I do wonder, you know... I wonder what you'd be doing. Would you sit quietly, eyes closed, listening to the music? Would you even like this music? Surely, we'd have been telling stories all night and all day. We'd have been volleying memories back and forth, comparing notes, finding those strange little common points, going all the way back to elementary school. "Didn't you just love it when..." and "Yeah, I was like that too..." would be bouncing between us, surely.
And what then? What if you found yourself on the couch across from me while I wrote this? Would you plead with me to finish up and come down and sit with you?
Or would you just watch?
And could I stand it if you did? Or would I take my hands off the keyboard, lean back in my chair, and elbow on the armrest, cheeks resting on my fingertips, and look at you...
And could you stand it if I did? Or would you smile and lie down, turn over on your stomach, close your eyes, and pretend to rest...
What if I got up? What if I walked around the desk and sat down on the floor placed my fingers on your forehead and brushed the hair from your eyes... would you open them? Or would you smile faintly and let me go on... would you? And what if I slid my fingers into your hair, in the back, brushing up from the base of your neck, slowly drawing small circles into your skin with my thumb...
Would you stop me? Would you open your eyes and start speaking, would you say something meaningless but requiring focus... "Oh, I remember what I was going to ask you earlier"...
Would you do that? Or would you let me go on?
What if I un-tucked your shirt, slid my hand up your spine, rubbed your shoulders a bit... I'd be gentle, you know... I'm good with my hands that way, I don't work the muscles, and I just like to touch. Feel. Skin. My hands mean well, you see. And I know the one thing I'd like to do... I know it. Starting at the base of your neck, with my thumb, and tracing all the way down, slowly, feeling each vertebra along the way, down, slowly, to that point. That point just below the small of your back, pressing, not hard, just evenly... pressing until you can feel it all the way down to the tips of your toes, until you could do nothing but exhale and let everything go...
Just so
Would you let me? Would you move? Would you shift your weight? Clear your throat? Would you turn over on your side? Would you open your eyes? Would you smile? Would you reach out with your hand and pull me to you? Would you brush your fingers along my lips?
Would you kiss me?
Would you?
What if I said "Please?"
All around darkness, except out of the corner of my eye, the glow of the monitor.
Perfect
Wish you were here.
I do wonder, you know... I wonder what you'd be doing. Would you sit quietly, eyes closed, listening to the music? Would you even like this music? Surely, we'd have been telling stories all night and all day. We'd have been volleying memories back and forth, comparing notes, finding those strange little common points, going all the way back to elementary school. "Didn't you just love it when..." and "Yeah, I was like that too..." would be bouncing between us, surely.
And what then? What if you found yourself on the couch across from me while I wrote this? Would you plead with me to finish up and come down and sit with you?
Or would you just watch?
And could I stand it if you did? Or would I take my hands off the keyboard, lean back in my chair, and elbow on the armrest, cheeks resting on my fingertips, and look at you...
And could you stand it if I did? Or would you smile and lie down, turn over on your stomach, close your eyes, and pretend to rest...
What if I got up? What if I walked around the desk and sat down on the floor placed my fingers on your forehead and brushed the hair from your eyes... would you open them? Or would you smile faintly and let me go on... would you? And what if I slid my fingers into your hair, in the back, brushing up from the base of your neck, slowly drawing small circles into your skin with my thumb...
Would you stop me? Would you open your eyes and start speaking, would you say something meaningless but requiring focus... "Oh, I remember what I was going to ask you earlier"...
Would you do that? Or would you let me go on?
What if I un-tucked your shirt, slid my hand up your spine, rubbed your shoulders a bit... I'd be gentle, you know... I'm good with my hands that way, I don't work the muscles, and I just like to touch. Feel. Skin. My hands mean well, you see. And I know the one thing I'd like to do... I know it. Starting at the base of your neck, with my thumb, and tracing all the way down, slowly, feeling each vertebra along the way, down, slowly, to that point. That point just below the small of your back, pressing, not hard, just evenly... pressing until you can feel it all the way down to the tips of your toes, until you could do nothing but exhale and let everything go...
Just so
Would you let me? Would you move? Would you shift your weight? Clear your throat? Would you turn over on your side? Would you open your eyes? Would you smile? Would you reach out with your hand and pull me to you? Would you brush your fingers along my lips?
Would you kiss me?
Would you?
What if I said "Please?"
