Breath

I listen for her breath in that initial moment of dark-blindness. I let the soft sound guide my blindness toward her and wait with baited-breath of my own. Wait as the seconds slip by like years, waiting for my dark-vision to slowly form. Wait for the first evidence of the contours of her flesh contrast against the darker bed. I listen to her breathe.

I listen to her breath as my eyes adjust. I listen as I watch the curve of her body move ever so slightly with it. A ivory wave against an island of dark. Hypnotic, alluring, innocent. I listen to her breathe.

I listen to her breath as the room comes into complete black & white focus. Her body the only thing sharp, everything else a buzz of blurred dark. Her body that blended with mine hours earlier. Her body that stirs me to want to blend again. Yet, the loveliness of her sleep and breath gives me pause to stir her awake. It is a sweet torture to listen to her breathe, and watch.

I listen to her breath while my imagination paints the colors that should be there in the dark. Alabaster skin that now seems to glow. Ginger hair that seems aflame in certain types of light. Crimson lips that most would swear must be painted, unless you have been lucky enough to kiss them. Breasts tipped with the lightest of pink, so light if her flesh were any darker you would not be able to see where flesh ended and areola began. Now it is just torture to watch and listen to her breathe.

I listen to her breath and watch her suddenly reach out for me. Her hand fumbles its way in the sudden dark-blindness of being awake. Her touch connects, burns, and heals. Her ankle finds me next, her calf skims my own. Soon she is pressed against me in the darkness of 3am. The presence of her flesh melting against my own, suggesting, inquiring, not sure if I am even awake. I let her listen to me breathe, I let her listen to my answer. I watch her smile in the dark as she melts us together again.

We listen to each other breathe...