an air of lawlessness.
2005-12-13 8:53 a.m.
in the dead of winter, an air of lawlessness arrived. there were days of extreme and well-spirited hoping followed by weeks of despair, each, by comparison, making the other more pronounced.i have been found out and no longer know how long i can live here, something to it, feeling safe even when thinking of war in other countries, that has captured me and let me say contentment in my sleeping.
and we were thankful in the morning, for the alarm that went too early, waking us with thoughts of company, cuddling closer, and i have never meant
commitment
more than i do now, hand unwound across his body, his surfaces unfolding months of history.
we are a forest, and don't mistake us for the trees. we are old and rooted and long-suffering in our graces, we are
well established
in our comforting.