Nightmares

I woke up feeling afraid. Your empty pillow froze my heart. For a few seconds I feared you to be gone. This time for good. I got out of bead, sweating the coldest sweat, my bare feet gliding upon the frigid wooden floor. You did not leave. You were in the kitchen drinking coffee, staring out the window into frosted space. There I stood, in the doorway, and you had yet to notice me. The two seconds before you caught me staring seemed eternal, ethereal. Two seconds seemed to be everlasting and enough to engulf your poetic figure: ghostly to a point, your sweet and sensual skin, your beautiful brown hair and your gorgeous green eyes. The cold sweat was gone. My feet now warm as my body shivered. Two seconds were enough to change my life once again.

You turned to see that I was staring at you. You smiled and brought me back to you and with that same smirk reminded me of the true purpose of my search. I walked to you, legs shivering. Like a child I begged to be sheltered in your arms. Your arms. This is where my nightmares came to die, this is where they came to burn. Your arms murdered my fears. I felt vulnerable and stripped of that which they call "machismo". None of that mattered much right now. I was devoted to you and time seemed to be slowing down.

My behavior became apparently strange to you. I had never shown you this side of me. When you asked what was wrong, again, like a child, I said that I had had horrible horrible nightmares.

J-Lopez (Dario Mariategui)

San Diego

12.01.09