Peace,

the sun slants across the floor
in the shape of the window
and the carpet warms
beneath.

the light in the room is
strange and unknown.
warm and close,
i feel as if i'm tucked
neat and clean inside

a cocoon.


too thin to curl, so i
jack-knife into myself,
sharp shoulders,
bony knees,
long fingers,
thin wrists,
the delicate
curve of my
ankle.

and she is beside me
with the body of a

renaissance painting:
strong arms and
a curvaceous

figure with
which she
carries
sensuality.

i curl and twist and
slip inside her,
with her arms
about me,
where i
find

peace.



<3 belle.

(to see more of Belle -- check our her site Spring Awakening)