I reached for his foot in the darkness of our bedroom the other night.
I felt its shape in my hand and traced the outer edge.
I touched the hollow behind his ankle remembering the time before the children and even before that.
I recalled the time when any inch of him left unexplored was intolerable, when time spent on any other activity made me mad with impatience.
A moment later, grateful for the trust and familiarity we have now, I reached up to his thigh and put my finger on the exact place where a childhood accident left a rough scar.
Even in the dark I know exactly where it is and just how it happened.
Tuesday, April 06, 2010
Known Terrain
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Beautiful. Reminds me why I still believe in marriage.
beautiful
This is good. This is very good.
Sacred and beloved too.
Oh, this was lovely. Sigh. I have a similar map in my brain, a lot of it based on scent as well as topography.
That is one of the most beautiful things I have ever read in my life. Truly.
Is the scar from when you stabbed him?
Sometimes that is enough.
Even though it makes me cry...hard...because I'm in essence walking away from that feeling, I love that you get to hold on to it.
Miss reading you. Plan to remedy that.
I love the loving sense of security and warmth that comes from the familiarity of being with someone that you love, share a history and a life with and that knows the soul of you and loves you anyway.
What a great post. You made me think of my husband and smile. Thanks.
I really liked this.
Interesting, the shift from this insane, impatient desire to something equally as delicious, and way more comfortable.
Very beautiful.
Well, excuse me a sec... I gotta turn the A/C on in here... gettin' a bit toasty today.
beautiful post... I think I need to reconnect like this with hubs more often. thanks for the reminder.
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