En Ego, O Bone Et Dulcissime Iesu

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

Anais Nin


Flashes of skin, sticking lightly to my fingertips. Sweat and the scent of your hair catching in the air. The space between us is warm with certainty. And the space above hangs, suspending its breath. Worry has left your face; Sleep patting your forehead smooth, sweeping Care from your brow. Beloved, if I were to stay by your side forever, I would gaze and never have my fill. The geography of bone and flesh I would forever traverse, mapping the continents, palm line after palm line, the boundaries etched in erring clay. I would but forsake the Future if I could just fain plead the Present to stay. But already I see it whither, I see it fade to to yesterday. You turn, troubled by my thoughts but Sleep holds you fast. I turn too, away, away... And force myself to leave.