Nov 17, 2012
Periphery
I pretended to sleep for the whole of the few hours we lay beside one another. I tried, but the hum the air between us gave off made any prospect of rest futile, at best.
If I had have held the capacity to will your limbs to reach out in search of my starved frame, I might have found recluse from the hammering beneath my breast. If I did not sense your own desires mirrored, I should have found this rest with ease. But the current was so dense, it seemed unable to remain contained between us, and feld through the window to begin the light of dawn.
And so, it would seem, you have escaped my periphery.