and your form and colour are the way I love them.
You are mine, mine,(wo)man with sweet lips
and in your life my infinite dreams live
-P. N.
Tonight is the first time in months that I have opened the windows and let the cool evening air in. As I lie in bed, the wind sounds reminiscent of waves crashing on the shore outside my cabana in distant Playa del Carmen.
The night is peaceful, with only the sounds of buglife and wind to accompany my reading. I am content, under the down comforter and countless pillows.
I meditate on my friend out east. I picture his kind face and hands, his laugh and voice. I smile and turn off the light, waiting for the hushed sounds to lull me to sleep.
