Rise & Fall

  It was that morning glare, beaming through shut shades. Screaming and sounding off through and from behind that sound proof enclosure. Leaking out from under that water tight seal, that whispered for my eyes to open. In my approval of that request…

 

  The keys to Heaven’s gate. Traditional insert and turn. Remote, push to initiate. Voice activated. Face recognition software installed… Nonetheless, the key… nevertheless, Heaven.

 

   Your eyes closed. Soft breathing. My left arm as you pillow, your left as my right shoulder pad. My left knee aligned with your right. My right calf anchoring down your right, while your left leg over my right thigh and waist, securing my imprisonment in a prison happy to be imprisoned within. For a crime I’d commit a hundred times over, granted your authority would be as cruel and unusal as to yield the same sentence.

 

   It was that morning glare. Bright, loud, and acknowledgeable without resistance, that rung my bell and woke me from my sleep… And it was your eyes, although closed, still visible, and brighter than that beam, beaming in-between each shade. Your soft breathing, reminiscent of your voice. The weight of your limbs, indicative to your unchallengeable status as my tie down strap, my chalk block, my gravity, my vice… That ultimately led my eyes to close again. To savor and relic in the moment, and to peacefully feel peace, as peace peacefully filled me.

 

… Sweet dreams