Laying in bed with her. I wake up to the rain drops tapping at the window like gentle reminders that this is still earth-not heaven-and life wont carry on like this forever.
I let the Sabbath rain play a melody for my ears as I watch her head gently rest on my chest. She rises an falls with every breath.
I know she is alive because I am alive she moves in rhythm with the air in my lungs. We are in harmony her an I, still as one, as we were just moments ago when we were making love
The rain plays for us, congratulates us, clapping its hands. It’s a slow steady tune outside the window. My breathing is caught up along the melody-her head too. We three the rain, her and I make Sunday afternoon Jazz music as my fingertips play piano softly along her back.
The soft silence of our music waifs through the air, my fingers glide off her skin like the rain drops down the glass window outside. Every touch makes a beautiful and unique sound as my fingers trail down her body.
The calm sleep of her body makes a melody of its own an soon it mixes with the rain, her, me, my finger tips and her breathing all mix together to make a sweet jazz lullaby.
One by one the other instruments start to fade. My fingertips stop playing the keys of her naked body. The sound of the raindrops fades away. And my breathing is not as fast as it once was. There is only her. Her an her calm sleep. It plays a solo now and everyone listens to the calm sleepy jazz of a rainy Sunday afternoon.
About Me
- S.R. Alexander
- Washington DC, United States
- Following the footsteps of literary greats, I use a pen name in replace of my birth name. It is not that I am ashamed of my work, and thus put a pseudo name in front of it, but rather that I need the freedom to speak without the worries of my fame or infamy disrupting the peace of my private life. In short I am Clark Kent and Alexander is Superman.