The Fall Out
Stirred from the sound of rain, I sleepily raise my head
to be greeted by the sultry pink dawn seeking me--
the first sign of sunlight in three days,
Or has it been more?
Yet, the storm that woke me brews in the next room.
The unsteady splashing against the floor tiles somehow
clashes nicely with the morning birds and traffic below.
I imagine him: vulnerable and naked,
intentionally away from me.
I roll over turning from the welcoming light of morning
facing a dim walled room as I close my eyes attempting
to remain asleep looking--
Anything to avoid our averted eyes.
These moments pass painfully slow,
more so than the throbbing in my head.
I yank the comforter over me in spite of the warm may weather.
At last, the shower ceases.
I hear the fumble of a belt buckle and feel the light from the bathroom
wash over my eyelids
as he enters our room, hesitantly.
My breathing is shallow and wavering as
I feel knots in my stomach uncomfortably tighten.
I wish I were truly asleep.