And then. . .

I walked slowly down each aisle. The many petals open, worshiping the sun, danced in the light breeze that came off the mountains. Outside in the open air of the nursery I breathed in the mingled scents that emanated from all the greenery around me. Rows of passion red, dusky lavender, and blush pink flowers looked up at me as if saying, "Take me home! Take me home!" I lingered a moment in front of the morning glory's and smiled. The memory of summer mornings on my grandma's porch came to mind. The air smelled like the coming heat, musky, with a hint of freshness as the morning glory's and coral vine that covered the outside of her house opened, and were able to breathe a breath of fresh air, like the rest of us, before the heavy heat set in. "Mira," my grandma would say, "te estan diciendo buenos dias." I didn't know then that after a morning glory blooms it dies. Looking down at them I remembered those mornings before school, my gra...

i woke. i didn't know why, but grew conscious  in the change of my breathing, a change that had not yet occurred in the blurry figure next to me. i blinked, listened to the even sound of his breath, in and out, in and out, a light snore punctuating the end of each exhale. i didn't want to move. if i moved the moment would be over. what this moment was I wasn't sure, but i drank in the details. the curling hair on the nape of his neck, the small brown mole on his ear, the texture of his skin, taunt. his back moved with each inhale naked against me. my arm twitched, wanting to move, but i breathed in deeply and refrained. my breath louder to me now that it moved at a quicker pace, echoing in the brightly sunlit room. even in my stillness something was noted by him though, and he began to shift. don' turn, not just yet . i wound my arm around him, my hand against the warmth of his stomach, his back pressed against my breasts. he pulled at my hand with his, we were looped,...

tomorrow i will be in dallas. my second home, to see my second family. i want to hug jeffrey hug michael have them drop something so i can pick it up since i'm closer have margs, and margs, and margs shop at nordstrom on the border with mariah laugh hysterically with mariah sushi zushi enjoy the gayborhood on easter sunday/my bday sit by the pool saturday afternoon drive around see the city breathe in the humidity sit on a patio enjoy pappaduex sing karaeke at bab's walk around bishop arts with my boys eat taco bell with jeffrey on the couch and watch bad tv hang out in my old stomping grounds be annoyed that amy is not there sing a country song and.... enjoy my family there as much as possible