Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Settled in for the night




It's when the sheets are dried and you've tried your best and finally said "fuck it" to properly folding the fitted one and tossed one soft clean square and one rolled-up rectangle into the basket in the hall not so neatly, and the shiny wooden floors are swept and mopped and chicken bones are scraped off the old plates into the trash, the cats fed and the papers stacked, the bills that'll just have to wait are shoved into a corner on the counter, the homework checked, the doors locked up tight.....that it's finally time to slip casually away from the bickering teenagers into the warm shower and pee into the drain, shave yourself all smooth and slick, dry with the towel that still smells like the first spring sun, slip into his flannel and sigh, remember how it was yesterday when he pulled you down beside him at lunch. When you lie there naked at noon and everything stopped for an hour. When time slowed down just enough to let it all go. All the whirring and buzzing of computers and traffic and even the chaos in your mind shut down completely, leaving nothing the smell and taste of him, the aching of your want, the lust and exposing all of that pent-up energy wound up tight and launched like a rocket with just a few brief, brilliant moments to let it flow. That is what you think about when you pat the moody one on the head and tousle the hair he won't cut and tell the older boy goodnight and I love you even though you know he won't say it back. You will say it and say it and say it anyway. You push your toes into the cool of the sheets, the white cat curled up against your belly, the one that will meow you awake in the middle of the night but that feels like decent company now. You will push the day's frenzy away embrace the warm center in the middle of it all. You will remember the joy of your fingertips on his warm skin and your lips barely touching his as you arch against him, a lifetime of passion rushing from your clit and your gut and your lungs in an exchange of pure, unfiltered lust that leaves you spent. Leaves you floating against his bare chest, the sound of his strong heart thudding softly in your right ear. Leaves you slightly damp, even as you crawl back into the fray, merge onto the onramp. And when you wake up in the night, dazed from the midnight carousing of runaway thoughts, you will pat the bed covers, searching, heart racing. You'll come to your senses, inhale, press your face against the pillow, will yourself back to sleep, and be thankful, ever thankful for the scent of him that still lingers in your hair.

6 comments:

BadAssKona said...

I have never known anyone who speaks so passionately about simple things, and so simply about passionate things. You words pour out emotion. You, my dear, are a WRITER!! I am humbled and honored and in love...

Craig Sorensen said...

Sigh.

I couldn't agree with BAK more, you bring such passion to the simple things, and fuse them so beautifully with the sensual. It is a lovely gift.

And about that teenager who won't say "I love you" back? Don't be surprised if suddenly he does. And even though he'll act like he's doing it to try to shut you up, he'll mean it.

Gina Marie said...

Thank you, BAK. The simple things are usually the most beautiful. You're the best -- and incredibly talented at so many things, writing being just one.

Hi Craig, I went a long time just letting that feeling or urge or whatever it is to express myself burn slowly at my brain. It's so nice to have an outlet. As for the boy, your advice is well-taken. I will keep on keeping on.

Happy Hump Day! Hellz yes!

Erobintica said...

Again lovely. And I'm with Craig - sigh. And yeah, " You will say it and say it and say it anyway." - because what's most important is that he hear it.

Shanna Germain said...

Gorgeous stuff, madam! You must keep sending, sending,sending your work out. The world needs it. Trust me.

Love ya, baby!

s.

Gina Marie said...

Robin, good on you for sending in your amazing poetry!!! Fingers crossed! Yeah, this old world needs lots of love. He'll hear it, eventually.

Shanna! I can't wait to see you in da flesh soon! I have a tracking sheet now! It's still sporadic, but I'm working little by little. Love you!