Like So Many Pieces Of Shattered Glass

The room is dark with the half twilight of night. Cluttered as any bedroom, I look around. What I'm looking for is not clear. My eyes scan the room and I see her sitting against the wall, her knees up against her chest. She is asleep. No thought passes through my mind as I scan the room. Not finding what I came to look for I turn on my heal to leave. Then out of no where I realize that it has been days since I last kissed her.

I move over to where she is and I realize that she is asleep. Her head lolls to one side and her hair covers part of her face in her slumber. She looks so peaceful. I wonder for but an moment what brought her to the floor to sleep but the thought passes as I become desperate to kiss her. I fall to my knees and press my mouth to hers. Her lips are warm and wet against my kiss. She wakes just slightly but as my mouth continues to press her rosy lips, she wakes. Confused she calls me by another's name.

Soon she is aware of my lips against hers and our gaze meets at the parting of our lips. She tastes of water and the heavy mist of the rain forest. She looks to me as though I am her oxygen,so fervently, that I cant help but fall to her unspoken words. Soon I find her arms locked around my neck as she pulls me closer. Clothes seem to melt away and the raw scent of her body fills me. I can taste her heat and her want as our passion becomes frenzied.

We need each other to live, to breath, in this instant our hearts and bodies pulse as one. There is no escaping this. I know not where to kiss first, I move from breast to hip to lips as though I have come from some land of great drought. And as we reach our crescendo and she begs me to build her the dream shatters like so many pieces of jagged glass. Crystalline in their fall reality looms over me to remind me that she was never really in my arms.

Nena