The meanderings of a mind
2003-04-22 23:12:02 (UTC)


I love his body heat. It becomes mine but better than mine
can be. Heated and scented with him and aromatic liquid in
a bottle. His hand fits mine, the creases of flesh
merging. It is more powerful than comfort, sweeter than
love. Better than words to convey emotions. It is an
exchange so poignant that my eyes smile. Even though not
looking up into his face I feel him say I love you with the
firm pressure of his fingertips. I realize that this is
the greatest peace and happiness and his hand slips from
mine to clap, but the heat and I love yous cling
Impressions in the creases of my empty hand.