09-26-04

fingerprints

Another morning,
blue dawn throws a grey cast across my surroundings,
but its not cold.

Not oppressing and heavy as other mornings have become.
Movement on the small of my back,
a finger pressed against my skin drawing circles,
drawing lines.

Line…vee-bump-bump…horseshoe.
when it runs out of space it starts back at the beginning:
line…vee-bump-bump…horseshoe,
reaching the end and starting over again.

I wake up slowly, it takes some time before I gain consciousness of my surroundings, before I am able to slowly put the characters into context.

My body stiffens.