Your eyelids sealed shut and sleep soundly with the night’s kisses upon your lashes.
While I stare into the darkness and welcome the stillness of two a.m.
Silent and immobile, is my body, while I strip off the exhaustion from day labor.
Off with the ties around the neck, somewhat reminiscent of a noose that
encroaches upon your voice box if you dare to dream and voice it while being awake.
Off with the button downs and jackets wrapping ever so tight, resembling
a straight jacket, tying your hands from working the threads of your passions into existence and entrapping your heart.
Off with the pleated skirts and pressed pants that weigh heavy on your legs.
Constantly whispering the haunting tones of those moving with no progress; running in place.
You shift positions subtly, looking ever so peaceful like a child snuggled in their favorite blanket.
And here I, shift perception without sound. Rearranging the blueprint to my driven purpose
like an architect mapping out his greatest conquest.
You softly make a slight noise in turning your head to the other side of the pillow.
I imagine the dreams have now coated your conscious mind and lulled you into a world that allows you to truly LIVE.
Where I, exhale.
I listen.
Listen to the movement of my creativity. I can hear it dancing gracefully like polished ballet slippers landing every movement sweetly as the music notes sway across the page of the song that plays for the dancer.
I could be sleeping.
I could be dreaming.
My body screams out for me to just lie down next to you, tempting me.
Yet, the sultry sounds of my heart speak out to me like the calm and steady melody of an alto saxophone. Entrancing me, it just feels right.
Seducing my mind into believing that I am not tired. Whispering sweet promises of the pursuit. Telling secrets on translating the language that all are capable of, many recognize but won’t learn, and few who speak it fluently.
Breath escapes your lips and I lean in to absorb the hidden desires you are unconsciously
revealing. I realize, as the angelic expression on your face twists up and then releases, that while you fight the journey with the strength in staring at the darkness of the back of your eyelids…
I CHASE the journey with the strength in staring into the light.
Because even in the stillness, even in the pitch black my darling; all I see is light.
*Feature Image by Mariela Cortez
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