My skin

I've got skin. It covers me, it calms me. To know I'm covered. It sucks up the tropical humidity immediately, in the morning the sun, later the darkness with hands soft as yours. That's what I know about the tropics and you: that I've got skin, that I'm an entire organ, breathing.

Still yes

It'll wake me up in the morning, my Yes, tickle my nose and stop just before the sneeze. But it won't let me sleep at night. It'll drag me outside in the cold, cold October darkness and make me sense a sky full of stars. Yes is not a good night word.

Repainting

So now I live with an elephant in my books and blog cottage. Quite curious about that. I like the yellow. Me, the yellow and an elephant.

Empty house

I sit on the staircase in the middle of the empty house. The light walks slowly around the corner, in a minute it will show up in the lounge, I know exactly when, the angle, the sudden appearance of bumps and spots on the wall, a child's blue crayon tempted by the big, white surface once. I still remember a crayon in my much smaller hand, the thrill. The fingers that are forced to let go, the angry voice of a mother. I made other mistakes, some of them I'll only know if my children show me. The house will tell no more. I suppose the new resident will repaint the walls.

Just yes, just now

The moon is half eaten by a cloud outside. You don't see the cloud, only the dense, dark sky and sometimes the bitten moon. I wouldn't hesitate to say yes, just now. A little moment of lucidity, only I'm not asked. So I hold my yes and wonder how many no's would have been a yes if I hadn't been asked. Or was no the answer I knew when yes was just a little absent-minded?

SMS

Woke up at dawn which is such a beautiful word. I see your lips, hear your voice as you mould this very new day.

Small pieces of biology

We walked to the end of a desert road where features and traits of two individuals appear only when caught by the lighthouse. Nothing but a mist to pass and our names are left behind, we're drifting into brightness of the simple fact that I'm a woman, you're a man, small pieces of biology. Now I have to write these few lines to retrieve my bits and pieces.