Walking slowly through the dark, near-silent, morning streets of Brooklyn on my way to the gym, I pass the zombie-like activity of the just leaving the third shift and the still-sleeping reluctant soon-to-be workers. The bite of the crisp New York winter sends chills down my neck and I smile at the thought of us singing songs from Grease while lying naked and spent in your bed. The sound of my sneakers shuffling down Bedford Ave keeps me company as I think only of you and your skin’s touch at 5am the last time we made love before I had to leave; passionate and loving, desperate to stay inside each other for just one more second.
I look to my right and notice a man quietly washing his car across the street at 5:45am. Everything stops inside me as I remember that night in Denver so many years ago when we kissed for the first time and you wanted to wash my car at 2am, but I wouldn’t let you.
I think back to our conversation about fate and destiny and spirituality… one of the many naked conversations we fumbled through this weekend; groping around for the words to encapsulate our thoughts and feelings and the intensity of this experience. My mind flashes on you telling me that you believe in signs, and I think about what this sign means for this moment and the millions of moments I want to have with you in the future. I think about my fear of being crushed.
I take another step forward and say “stay” in a low voice.
When I get home from the gym, after the sun has risen and Brooklyn’s morning noises have become more frenetic and awake, I sit in my soul for a moment, letting the reality of my feelings wash over me. The ease at which we give and receive love fills my head and then moves into my neck, arms, core, legs, and that spot on my neck your lips find over and over.
And I sit fully inside this experience; alone for now; waiting for your breath inside my lungs; knowing that with you, I feel like I am coming home.
I look to my right and notice a man quietly washing his car across the street at 5:45am. Everything stops inside me as I remember that night in Denver so many years ago when we kissed for the first time and you wanted to wash my car at 2am, but I wouldn’t let you.
I think back to our conversation about fate and destiny and spirituality… one of the many naked conversations we fumbled through this weekend; groping around for the words to encapsulate our thoughts and feelings and the intensity of this experience. My mind flashes on you telling me that you believe in signs, and I think about what this sign means for this moment and the millions of moments I want to have with you in the future. I think about my fear of being crushed.
I take another step forward and say “stay” in a low voice.
When I get home from the gym, after the sun has risen and Brooklyn’s morning noises have become more frenetic and awake, I sit in my soul for a moment, letting the reality of my feelings wash over me. The ease at which we give and receive love fills my head and then moves into my neck, arms, core, legs, and that spot on my neck your lips find over and over.
And I sit fully inside this experience; alone for now; waiting for your breath inside my lungs; knowing that with you, I feel like I am coming home.
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