lxmartist73
May 3, 20201 min
Sitting
The fire’s making me sweat
Beads on my forehead and upper lip
The rain is pattering on the tin roof
And I am sitting next to the void
looking in
It is about what I feel
The feeling is night
The feeling is warmth
The feeling is kinship
Of the sleeping animals
The fire orange and amber light
The feeling knots my brow together
And tightens my upper chest
My upper stomach lurches and hurls and my abdomen paralyses
Seeking outward,
I can hear the sighs of the dog
the purr of the cat
the drops of the rain
and the beat and the tune on the radio
My other half talks in his sleep
a sporadic language
that only he understands
and the raindrops get heavier
My body gets heavy
Then, I see the light of the fire
and I hear the embers twinkle.