2009-01-12
your hovering
There is a chasm, there is a break, a gap.
It is one I know all too well, as I wait for sleep to overtake me. I feel the crevice, I am living in it as I softly breathe deep and sporadic inhalations. As I inspire my body rises, and I am trying to bridge the gap. The flesh is eager, expectant, waiting. It is rising in earnest to expel the empty space, to unite me with you, to make our skins meet.
I know, quite well, that my rises are in vain. The vast distance between me and the hypothetical you can't be mended by this feeble ascension. But the dream of it keeps me rising.
I inhale. I rise to meet you. I just can't stop breathing.
leesah-likes at 2:10 a.m.