Resuscitate

Old Posts as New Posts - I am freaking out today. I thought this was pretty.

Maybe I was dreaming. He was with me. I could not see his face, the lines and angles obstructed by some unwillingness of mind. There was light and the soft scuff of flannel against my face. A sense of falling, a settling of limbs as into deep sleep. My hands folded together, supple, but skittish as birds. My cheek rested against his chest, my shoulder notched into the crook of his arm. An interlacing of curves and angles, the merging of frames. We fell together and fit. This gave me a sense of peace.

I measured his breaths with the weight of my body, delighting in the elastic expansion and contraction, lulled by the sea rhythm. The breath is the life. I rested content, fathoms deep. Was I home again?

I bathed - standing in the open. I raised my arms and felt the icy lash of water, the cool, solid platform of slate beneath my feet. I scrubbed and shook out my hair. I sputtered and turned, splashing water into the leaf strewn air. He stood nearby, a half-smile on his water flecked face. A face I couldn't really see but only sensed. I felt no embarrassment, no fear. It crossed my mind that I had something to do with his unhappiness. And yet he seemed.....happy. Do I dream? Am I home?