February 10, 2007
Sleepy from the outside world, close the shabby door and enter ours. Pajama pants and a snug T-shirt. No more shoes or button-up shirts. No more purse, makeup, contacts, cell phone, keys. Just me and my naked lips. A single bed fit for two. Sweet melancholy, cheery notes from a cluttered desk with unopened envelopes. Crawl under the covers and little kisses all over your freshly shaved, rosy cheeks. Curl into your side. Read a paragraph of your sad, important novel. Forget the worries of the day, of the world outside the shabby door. Close my eyes and enter ours.