Woebegone
Four
One good day arrives. I wake to a body around mine, cold, but there. I heave a sigh, shuffle closer.
He kisses my neck, my shoulders. I feel his lips like sun, warming my soul. I ache, I release clenched fists, he nibbles on my ear, turns me over, consumes my lips.
We have sex, slow, he says "I love you too" after I say it to him. Just a whisper, but still there. I breath in his words, savour them. They keep me satisfied for months until I hear them again.
He rises like a bear, makes breakfast. We eat together. He touches my heart delicately, kisses my hair, waves good bye. He goes to work. I whimper.
He arrives home a storm, slams the fridge closed, opens a beer. He doesn't glance my way. He goes into the bedroom, he doesn't return. I sleep on the couch.
He kisses my neck, my shoulders. I feel his lips like sun, warming my soul. I ache, I release clenched fists, he nibbles on my ear, turns me over, consumes my lips.
We have sex, slow, he says "I love you too" after I say it to him. Just a whisper, but still there. I breath in his words, savour them. They keep me satisfied for months until I hear them again.
He rises like a bear, makes breakfast. We eat together. He touches my heart delicately, kisses my hair, waves good bye. He goes to work. I whimper.
He arrives home a storm, slams the fridge closed, opens a beer. He doesn't glance my way. He goes into the bedroom, he doesn't return. I sleep on the couch.