wide open...

*

even after all these years

~~

she studied his square jaw line

determined it would be the same one she had memorized

from

all those nights she laid awake

outlining every inch of him

from the dim light

coming through the slit in the curtain

while he obliviously slept the night away

~

the curtain

that had never hung quite right

now that she thought about it

~

the room

had grown eerily quiet

if that was even possible

and

now

motionless

except for the air being stirred up

by

slow blinking lashes unbalancing themselves on ruggedly high cheekbones

~

she finally spoke

~

she said his name out loud

~

at least she thought it was out loud

and

when she saw baby steps of a smudgy glimmer in his eyes

a recognition of sorts

she knew her voice had been heard

~~

christopher gently reached out to her

and

like wax being poured into a mold

natalie melted into him

remembering this was the only place she had ever truly fit

~~

he carried her to the bed she once shared with him

while ever so softly

removing

her headband

and

setting it purposely on the night stand

as if to make a statement

~

the headband that had been keeping her face wide open

~~

his lips

with a wild hunger

bit hers

~

he tasted the way she remembered

~

like old cigarettes swimming in a deep dark liquor

~

a musky kind of smell

that somehow

reminded her of her grandmothers house

which

had always comforted her

like an old torn quilt

~

it was warm and wonderful

making

her want to roll around in it for days

~

actually

for nights

~

days and days

of

long nights

with only the sound of dragonfly wings in the distance

*

this is part two of

"she wonders"

where I completely left you hanging

~

which means I've had more nights of tossing and turning

which means

not enough sleep

which means

time to the call the doctor and ask for help

or maybe

I just need

a few glasses of warm milk

*