Sunday Morning
It is early Sunday morning and I can't sleep. Even my usual self love hasn't brought sleep to my doorstep. Hubster is sick so there will be no early morning love. I'm smiling as I think of his toes curling as he releases. Nothing in the world like oral pleasure.
So I writing in hopes of bringing on some much needed rest. Listening to Heather Headley on my iPod. Trying not to think to much. Just trying to be. Been on the verge of tears sappy love songs. Jaheim makes me want to curl up and block out the world. When he sings and says forever I believe him. He makes me believe in forever. Babyface will ask when will I see you again? That is a question that has no answer. I want to go walking but it's 240 in the AM. So I will sit at this computer letting my mind wander to other parts of the world.
He lays awake beside her, her breathing is heavy. The kids have worn her out with their demands and his needs still aren't met. He runs his large hand over his head, and wonders how they ended up this way. How he works so hard but nothing seems to work. Does he stay for the kids or does he stay because his own pride will not let him admit defeat...again? He loves her. He wonders as he watches her sleep, is that all there is? Where did it go wrong? He fears he will never be able to make it right. His mind slips to her his own escape, he's able to occupy his own mind to get away from his own reality if only for a short time. He wonders if she is still awake... she is and her mind is not on him but on her own life and how she can be SHE with in a WE. She remains silent because silence has become safety. He finally falls off to sleep his breathing soon matches the her beside him because in reality that is what is to be.
I want to start writing full time but I can not concentrate on one thing long enough so I can capture it. Jill Scott says I am here.
Maybe I will go for a ride...nah fucking gas prices!
Jill says if you don't recognize my presence I am here. And even if you don't recognize me I am here
Do you know I am here? I am here.
AM 255
So I writing in hopes of bringing on some much needed rest. Listening to Heather Headley on my iPod. Trying not to think to much. Just trying to be. Been on the verge of tears sappy love songs. Jaheim makes me want to curl up and block out the world. When he sings and says forever I believe him. He makes me believe in forever. Babyface will ask when will I see you again? That is a question that has no answer. I want to go walking but it's 240 in the AM. So I will sit at this computer letting my mind wander to other parts of the world.
He lays awake beside her, her breathing is heavy. The kids have worn her out with their demands and his needs still aren't met. He runs his large hand over his head, and wonders how they ended up this way. How he works so hard but nothing seems to work. Does he stay for the kids or does he stay because his own pride will not let him admit defeat...again? He loves her. He wonders as he watches her sleep, is that all there is? Where did it go wrong? He fears he will never be able to make it right. His mind slips to her his own escape, he's able to occupy his own mind to get away from his own reality if only for a short time. He wonders if she is still awake... she is and her mind is not on him but on her own life and how she can be SHE with in a WE. She remains silent because silence has become safety. He finally falls off to sleep his breathing soon matches the her beside him because in reality that is what is to be.
I want to start writing full time but I can not concentrate on one thing long enough so I can capture it. Jill Scott says I am here.
Maybe I will go for a ride...nah fucking gas prices!
Jill says if you don't recognize my presence I am here. And even if you don't recognize me I am here
Do you know I am here? I am here.
AM 255
posted by Poetry @ 2:33 AM
1 Comments:
At May 28, 2006 11:37 PM,
Bananas said…
"She remains silent because silence has become safety."
That's a great line.
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