Anatomy

This started out as a conversation about being tired and feeling the need to cuddle up to someone, and led to me thinking of all the intimate connections you make when you lie in bed next to someone; be it a friend or a lover. 

It’s been a very long time since I wrote, so this may make no sense in a couple of days. But, I’m happy. Happier.

[Note: I don’t know why the paragraphs aren’t reflecting. 😐 ]

Anatomy

Colours merge as we do,

Entangled; our toes tracing lazy patterns,

Making wavy lines across blemished skin,

Tarnished with scars from battles

Misshapen forms, yearning to be heard.

Noses rub against each other,

Breathing in scents of the day we’ve spent

The streets, the drudgery,

The wars won and lost,

The faint scent of that morning’s perfume, buried in the hollow of your neck.

Chests rise and fall, as we murmur incoherently to each other

Our intimacy, reflected by the mundane details we reveal

What you had for breakfast; what the office whore wore,

Closer and closer they move, as gaps are bridged

Comfortable silences and hushed giggles course through our veins.

Lips, pouting and widening as the mood shifts,

A gentle finger repeats outlines of the curves of your mouth

Repeatedly, so as to be able to recall every detail at will

An errant chuckle escapes you

A curl up at its corners, like punctuation marks.

Hands, casually thrown over each other,

Stopping to feel a quickened heartbeat

Intertwined, made to fit so naturally, as if by no mere coincidence,

Falling back into place, searching for spaces between another set of fingers

Animated, thoughtful, tender.

Feverishly scrambling over words, gestures, moments,

Tendrils of hair fall carelessly over meticulously arranged limbs

The last of the words have been spoken; the last sigh—set free,

Watch as we surrender; with amber tainting our cheeks

Finally, a perfect fit.

~ by cranialrumblings on September 15, 2012.