AND SHE SLEEPS

A mystery lies beside me. She crept in without fanfare or fuss, simple and easy, and brought with her everything that one could want in a woman, and she touched me and moved me in ways I could not have imagined possible. And she sleeps.

I lay beside her, wondering how such a thing could have happened to me now, at this time and place, and my heart skips a beat with every breath she takes. Inside, every emotion, every sensation that has laid dormant, now swirls about in a whirwind hurricane, and still she sleeps.

Everything that existed before this time and place now takes on a greater importance, because the road traveled led to here; this small darkened room, listening to the soft breathing of someone who, without even trying, has brought a light and balance to what had been a dark and dizzying place. And she sleeps.

She sleeps, and I lie awake, feeling like the luckiest person in the world, to think that she would choose to waste a little time on me, and I feel filled in so many ways that tears roll down my face and I wonder what it is about her that can make me feel so priviledged just to share a bed with her, a mystery I will never solve.

I lie awake- senses reeling, every nerve tingling, losing myself in sheer sensation, and she sleeps.

And I couldn't be happier.