Saturday, September 12, 2009

There's a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in...


I found the photo above on a lovely blog called LE Love (http://leloveimage.blogspot.com/ ) And then i wrote a story...
Flushed
I don't remember much, honestly I really don't know if I want too. I want too. I cant quite make out your face in my mind. The shapes all blend together, but I still feel your beauty. I feel like a trauma victim ..why cant i remember it all! I remember the last day....


We stayed up all night becasue the sun was strong that day.It seeped into the concrete outside, our stucco walls, and found a home on our skin. It was hard to breath. I watched you . Your beautiful body; layed out for me to worship across the turquoise tile in our kitchen. You were in your boxer by this time and you followed my bronzed body to our bedroom. It was hot but we didn't care. Tangled up in eachother, we were one. Our flushed flesh sticking . The heat stopped mattering , but we still couldnt sleep. wrapped up in eachother. Head on chest, hand in hand, soft mumurs.... Morning came slowly. I felt like i just woke up, but I know i didnt take my eyes off you once that night. I counted each rise and fall of your chest ..it slowed. I held you tighter as you slept, fearing things would be differerent with the sun peaking through the muslin curtains in our room. The sun didn't show its face all.


this is where i start forgetting


I cant remember much. It was cold; i could see your words as you spoke. They travled between us and i breathed in each syllable in. We were in the kitchen. how did we get there? I remember toes, my toes were so cold. You were so hot, burning. You sat on the old wooden stool in the corner of the kitched. you're so far away. I can see your mouth. Bottom lip swollen and torn. The sky was dark . It's like that hour before it goes pitch black, twilight, it's like it was extended just for us. There was no one else but us. I made breakfast and we ate it barefoot on our porch. We wore goosebumps and old sweaters. I can't remember what you said , but i know it was important. say it again. where did we go, where did you go. I think i fell asleep...I woke up and tiwlight was over . Where did the day go, what happened. I was wrapped up in a blanket in front of the bookcase. I could see the light from a candle creep in through the tangled mess of hair that covered me face. Too my left was a page from your favorite book..all the words were blacked out. The last word, blacked out, was circled..what did it say. I tried to wipe off the black markings covering my answer. I looked around..

i called your name

i called your name

i called you name....



Thats where it stops ..and now Im..somewhere..but i dont know where

3 comments:

Libby said...

I love your writing Nic... seriously! dont stop!
xoxo
Libby

Nic said...

Libby thank you so much. That is really awesome that you read it and thank you for being so encouraging.

Christine said...

I love that picture.
You write realy well, keep it up!
<3