We sat down with our backs touching –
each heavy breath of mine – pressing
gently against your cool skin. The faded
rays of sunlight mixed with the dust of
my room – floating aimlessly through
the space – surrounding our two beings.
We read aloud – or more so, you read –
your gentle voice casting the multitude
of thoughts, opinions, and gestures into
the air – with each occasional breath –
or pause in your soft speech. I listened –
digesting the words until my belly filled
with the sweet sensation of imparted
wisdom – those tales of my past – the
stories of you. You breathed – out life –
from the curved lips of your mouth –
tantalizing me with its graceful form.
I gazed off toward the end of the room –
watching the tiny spurts of water drip
quickly from the overflowing gutter.
I breathed – sighing deeply until your
words meshed like thick filtered cream –
spinning me softly into a reverie. Lifting
me upward with the drone of your voice –
the savory murmurings carrying me away,
kidnapping me from the constant thoughts –
the uninterrupted rhythm of lost time and
unfulfilled desires – pulsing through me –
never ending. I suck back in – inhaling the
strong fragrance of your perfume – dragging
me downward again – I glance at the opened
door – the curious passerby is standing –
watching as you read my slow paced narrative –
and me, sitting like a child in your arms.
You smile – the pursed lips stretched back
to reveal a calm glimpse of happy – your tired
wrinkles exposing the years of my life –
wrapping the long robe around my trembling
bones – we sit together – Mom and I.
Wow. That made me cry. Well done.