Swoon
And God knew that she was beginning to lose herself. She was beginning to harden. And so he came.
And he ran his hands down her back and took his time with her. She wasn’t sure where he’d take her. But she decided -- long before this night -- that she trusted him. And that she was willing to go. And so she closed her eyes and swayed like a branch in early Fall.
They were not strangers. But over the past several years, fewer than the number of fingers on one hand could represent the hours they spent alone. Yet, they were akin. From the first moment that she saw him, she knew him. It was the kind of thing that could not be categorized. Not be described. Not be understood. It just was. It just is.
So there they were. Suddenly. Almost bizarrely. In a tiny room. Face to face. Nothing between them, but beauty.
It was late. There was no sleep. And he smiled at her. And she chose happy. She had almost forgotten what it was to let go but she did and he caught her. Again and again and again. She fell, nearly three years later. She dreamt of being able to fall into him. What he would feel like inside of her. Why he waited so long. If he cared for her.
“How have you been?” he softly asked.
“What?” she whispered.
“How have you been?”
“It’s been hard,” she said faintly. “Harder than I’ve ever known.”
And then he kissed her. For the first time, he kissed her.
She was hesitant. Not scared. But instead, she was trying to feel him… feel anything… feel again. That scared her. The thought of losing her vulnerability. Her openness. Her willingness to love. It all scared her.
And so she relaxed. And she reminded herself to be present for him. He extended himself and she received him.
And they… began.
Written by Bryna
(11:28 pm)