Dark and well past
midnight. A muted crimson from the cigarette illuminated his copper
colored-skin in the half light. Quiet. We could hear each other breathe. In the
near distance, down amid the obscure, long shadows off the empty street, the
sound of four gunshots. Somewhere a dog barked. Under the blankets, we drew
nearer, the warmth of his smooth skin, the softness of his hair, the pleasant
smell of his torso. It stimulated me - smoothed me out.
I felt unreservedly calm as we entwined. Arm
around my shoulder, head on his chest. I looked up, regarding the outline of
his attractive features in the crimson glow of the cigarette’s cinders. Hooked
nose, pouty lips, thick eyelashes, ebony hair hanging limply over forehead.
Outside the blankets, the room was ink black
and cold with clothes thrown about the tiled floor. The smell of sweat and
semen wafted in the stillness mixed with cigarette vapors - inside the blankets
it was warm and still and serenísimo. Not a word exchanged, yet the feeling was
there - a fellaheen feeling of togetherness as I had not felt since...
He put the cigarette out in the silver tray
on the table next to the bed. He embraced tighter, drawing me near, placing a
small kiss on my forehead. Slowly and surely, I heard his slight breathing as
he fell asleep. I lay there and stared into blackness, out in the still night a
lonesome train horn moaned - my hand gently slid up and down his thin side
coinciding with his slow, steady breathing.
2 comments:
Loved it. Brought me back to such nights. Your lover falling asleep and one just feeling protected and calm and simply happy. Amazing description, really!
Thank you, Hugo.
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