Sunday, December 25, 2011

Excerpt: Work In Progress....

He is ready to cry, pressed against my chest.
"You are a tourist," I say mockingly, "between take-offs and landings." 
I play with the curls on the back of his neck like little snakes, pulling gently on the coils.
"You do that so well."  His voice trails as I begin to place my lips against his forehead. 
"I’m going to bed," I say instead.
I let him go and disappear down the black hallway like a minnow sucked into a willing abyss.  The door closes behind me and the night cools my skin.  He will never understand and yet, I still love him.

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