Captive to your touch, fingers float across skin and each caress opens a lock to expose a secret desire I never shared Pressing my body against your own like the stuffed animal of your childhood, you are a light holding me tight against the dark chill of the night Together we flow into the darkness where things happen only because of the light and never because of the darkness.
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Thank you, @rena, for sharing this
I parted with stuffed animals in my bed only after I had my first baby, and as we didn't have a crib yet, first couple nights I didn't sleep at all, I was so afraid you know. Then we tied two chairs together and put there a plastic bathtub, where she slept and it was small-she was so happy. In a couple weeks somebody very kind brought us their grandkids' old crib, and all the jazz, some linens, this and that. It was too expensive to get it new, out of question really
(I was young))
l'm going to think about that place where things come from the light only-thank you for leaving me with it-and memories, suddenly about other love -why?
how strange all is