i am wandering
i may be lost
and i love it.we spent the many restless hours before dawn in the quiet peaceful womb of blissful aloneness
with looks and touches and kisses
and traveling fingertips spinning webs of beauty over cool flesh
and i watched over him as he slept
i dropped off as the light started creeping
up the gold blanket that my aunt made for me when i was a baby
all full of glowing jewel tones
when the bright passion of the rising sun filters through it in the early morning.
why do i get so restless and fear sleep in the dark soft velvet of night?
why can i not lie in his arms and not worry that i will wake to last month and find it all a dream?
why did i drop something on my head to make sure it was all real?
why can i not say the one thing i so desperately want to?
and why did he choose me?
and how did i get so lucky?