There was a rift between us…

I laid in my bed with my back to your empty place, turning my back on and denying the space in my soul that was as cold as the sheets in that spot. I was too desolate to cry, too angry to pray you back. All I had was the rage that caused me to say the words to you, that caused my back to be towards everything that represented what I wanted you to be to me, my bedmate and my life mate.

The wall is very blank, even when I demand that it become what you were not in that moment, even when I insisted upon it by staring at it in anger. The wall did not entertain me. I drifted off to sleep. It was late and dark. I was exhausted from the day and from unleashing my riotous gale upon you. My stubbornness determined that I would stay awake and continue to radiate displeasure through my back at you, especially in the moment you decided to join me. My body, exercising more wisdom than my emotions could afford me obtained some much needed rest and took my attitude away with it. Sometimes my body just works against what I am trying to do.

You came in from outside. You climbed into bed and you wrapped your cold arms and your cold legs around me. The shock woke me and brought me out to consciousness. Before my body could tense and complain of the disruption of my warm cocoon, I feel a heat generate from the center of my universe, from the depths of my womb and spread through my body, reaching through the barrier created by my back and connecting with you. And suddenly, the anger was gone, the rage murdered and wiped from existence. The security of your arms melted me.

I floated into you. And all I wanted was to look into your eyes and connect you with and see myself in your soul. I wanted to be present in your heart; I wanted to dwell within you.

My world rotated and the universe was your arms and your hands were the beautiful landscape that decorates every entrance to it all. I heard your words of comfort and your verses of reconciliation, but only my heart listened to the poetry of your heart and it responded beat for beat, drowning out anything other than our synchronized pentameter. Swiveling on your axis, I find you nestled between my thighs and every word spoken by your thermals peels the blockade of resistance revealing the soft vulnerability of your love residing inside of me.

And the rift was closed.