A Memory of Waking
A memory of waking next to a lover
Time slips away, leaving only the memories,shadows of reality once solid,now fleeting and flawedyet no less precious for that. The memory of waking to find you next to me,arms across me, holding, touching me as I lay,seeing awareness in your eyes as they open,to see me smiling, welcoming you to a new day. Seeing the look change to hunger and lust,bristles against my cheek, scratching, rubbing,My hand reaching down, feel...