Some of my prose
I need not be awake, to know if she is there or not.I can sense her, feel her presence.
Know before opening my eyes, or shifting groggily in bed if she is sleeping silently beside me.
Know in the gentle haze before the quiet awake, if she is there without having to reach over and stir her with a clumsy touch.
I could find her in the dark in a crowd. With a simple brush of her hair, by a light caress of her fragrance I could grab her out of infinity with absolute clarity.
I could enfold myself within her essence and be lost in her warm ethereal ebb forever.
posted by Chef @ 12/13/2005 12:35:00 PM
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