A Morning Moment
My lover curls around the curves of my body, his hot prickly cheek resting against the velvet flesh of my breast. I place the flat of my palm against his chest and feel the languid lubdub of his heart beat beneath the skin and the muscle and the bone. Each beat marks a moment past. And just for a second I allow myself to mourn its passing, knowing that I can never experience that exact beat of his heart ever again – so recently felt and now lost. And part of me is still wondering how many beats of his heart and mine we still have left to share when he opens his eyes, lids heavy from sleep, and looks right into my soul. “Mornin’,” he says. “Sleep well?”
4 Comments
Lisa Claudia Briggs
beautiful.. romantic..evocative..
love to you…
Lisa
Janice Masters, The Everyday Joy Coach
Yes! Now! Yes! xxoo ~Jan
Suddenly Jamie
Beautiful, Amy. It’s hard to grasp the moments as they beat by, but so poignant when we do.
tracey
Love this. Lubdub.