dreary dreams...the rain swam under the eaves filling the cups of leaves...
mouth open against the flap of pillow...arm crushed beneath and fallen
asleep...the fan was swirling its steady roar..like a flight...point A to
Point B..look out the window it was all the same...Waking.....Wake up!!
hey you!! distinct the voice..metallic..and irritating...a sharp jolt of
electricity rushed through...the hairs shot up on the neck....Eros eyes
opened...the dream was fading...fluttering in the heat of the day...what
time was this?? what day? there was no telling...the adrenalin washed up
into the mind and heart and settled back down like a rouge wave...fell
asleep in jeans...again...an old habit..no matter how hard no one can undress
one without tugging the material off the ridge of hips..unless one is blissful
and away...and that often was not the worst option....rise up the beautiful
haunted eyes squinting...the long legs swinging to the carpet...the blanket
and now hot quilt tossed aside..the nails of the toe were long...a month had
passed then..the once black purple of the broken second toe of the left foot
was just a dark sky blue..kind of helped in the wake up process...the mirror
reflected reality..the shoulder length hair cropped at the collar line..the
thin boney structure and ribs along the flanks...so what?..what..it was a
mental check..the start of getting ready...stretching..the flat stomach..
the light behind washing definition..on the long dresser was everything needed
that went into each particular pocket...because....it was easy to loose all the
things that rolled free in all the tossings and turnings of positions before
sleep finally arrived..if any sometimes... sit back down..stood up too fast
roll the head about..take a moment..the dream rushes back...the flashbacks...
the adrenalin..the voice..the voice...reaches for the voice and it slips back
down the slope into darkness..the gut wrenching urge to sob catches..the legs
draw up...rock rock...the minute while the traffic whines over the bridge..the
buses growl..the trolley shakes the window..the music goes off beneath on the
second floor..the pipes squeal with the sound of water..the building comes
alive...alive while the dream dies..and each time...Eros feels the darkness
cold like eclipse slipping across an eagerness that was always stolen..
stalled out...the body disconnected..check list..bathroom?...rub the arm awake..
the neck will be fine...since the accident nothings been fine...the eyes are
mine..the eyes are always mine..but the voice isnt..never was..never will be...
time to get moving...both hands deft slip all into place..just a shirt today..
the ghost will bring the rest...and shes the best..
mouth open against the flap of pillow...arm crushed beneath and fallen
asleep...the fan was swirling its steady roar..like a flight...point A to
Point B..look out the window it was all the same...Waking.....Wake up!!
hey you!! distinct the voice..metallic..and irritating...a sharp jolt of
electricity rushed through...the hairs shot up on the neck....Eros eyes
opened...the dream was fading...fluttering in the heat of the day...what
time was this?? what day? there was no telling...the adrenalin washed up
into the mind and heart and settled back down like a rouge wave...fell
asleep in jeans...again...an old habit..no matter how hard no one can undress
one without tugging the material off the ridge of hips..unless one is blissful
and away...and that often was not the worst option....rise up the beautiful
haunted eyes squinting...the long legs swinging to the carpet...the blanket
and now hot quilt tossed aside..the nails of the toe were long...a month had
passed then..the once black purple of the broken second toe of the left foot
was just a dark sky blue..kind of helped in the wake up process...the mirror
reflected reality..the shoulder length hair cropped at the collar line..the
thin boney structure and ribs along the flanks...so what?..what..it was a
mental check..the start of getting ready...stretching..the flat stomach..
the light behind washing definition..on the long dresser was everything needed
that went into each particular pocket...because....it was easy to loose all the
things that rolled free in all the tossings and turnings of positions before
sleep finally arrived..if any sometimes... sit back down..stood up too fast
roll the head about..take a moment..the dream rushes back...the flashbacks...
the adrenalin..the voice..the voice...reaches for the voice and it slips back
down the slope into darkness..the gut wrenching urge to sob catches..the legs
draw up...rock rock...the minute while the traffic whines over the bridge..the
buses growl..the trolley shakes the window..the music goes off beneath on the
second floor..the pipes squeal with the sound of water..the building comes
alive...alive while the dream dies..and each time...Eros feels the darkness
cold like eclipse slipping across an eagerness that was always stolen..
stalled out...the body disconnected..check list..bathroom?...rub the arm awake..
the neck will be fine...since the accident nothings been fine...the eyes are
mine..the eyes are always mine..but the voice isnt..never was..never will be...
time to get moving...both hands deft slip all into place..just a shirt today..
the ghost will bring the rest...and shes the best..
