there you were --
temperate --
and serenely
sleeping.
There I was, in front of you,
on my side --
wintry,
twitchy,
pale as bone,
suddenly silver, static,
sober,
and awake ... soon
feeling
your elbow,
feeling your
pulse,
feeling your slight
feeling your slight weight.
C.A. MacConnell
Just playing around with a little disruption in rhythm. It's kinda cool...comes across as both sweet and jarring. Always messing around, ha. <3 C.A.
