Inhabitation

Keep me near you, like a well-worn, revisited book

That favored one you caress the pages of before

Succumbing to slumber, the thoughts that frame your dreams.

Sleep, letting the essence of me float through your resting mind

Rummaging gently through your unguarded nooks and crannies

Causing your lips to curve in a soft, sleepy smile

Awaken, with thoughts of me scattering

Like startled sheep on a hillock

Giving you pause before throwing your legs over the bedside

Feel, as you face the mirror to shave, me

Grazing my fingertips against the stubble and pulse

Halting your breath a bit before you continue the ritual

Let me inhabit you, be the whistle on your lips

The niggling song you can’t put out of your mind

That accompanies you throughout the day with a smile

I can be with you, while without you

Like the river that ducks underground

Resurfacing miles later, present, but unseen

Sustaining, always flowing, moving through you via my inhabitation of your heart.

Water flow

~SMK

Inspiration: While working on my recent other post ‘Stone Cold?’, I thought about what want feels like for me. How it feels when someone inhabits my thoughts. How I want to be wanted by another, and so I dressed this other with the way it feels for me to want, how the wanted flows through my life when it is going on. It is gentle, but steadfast. It makes me smile at odd times during the day. But can one have that expectation of another, that they will want in like manner? Inhabitation is by invite, differing from possession.

I also realized that while I’m being pragmatic over there on my other blog, the romantic part of me has to get out somewhere, which is, ahem, apparently here.  We all have more than one side, and dissonance comes when they wrestle for primacy.

Water is something that nurtures and supports life, and my mental imagery is that for what I consider loving – it is both sustaining, and sustainable.  However, excessive consumption of water can make it run dry.  Do you think that is true also, of loving?

(and…apologies for the birdsong that accompanies the reading.  I thought of re-recording, but, I often write against the backdrop of nature, and what bird is not drawn to water?)