i touch the things you touched, and i am touched. my fingers caress your comb, your razor, your bottle of cologne…i wonder if you give them little more than passing glance when these same things hold your spirit and now bring your presence near.
i walk through an empty house but i don’t feel alone. i lift your t-shirt from the laundry basket and bury my face in soft white cotton that smells of you. i hold it close and find joy in its embrace.
your water glass sits on your desk; i lift it to my mouth and let my 
lips touch where yours have touched and in so doing i am kissed. i drink from waters that have nourished you and i’m sustained. i seat myself in your chair and i am held where you were held, my bottom sitting on firmness that not so long ago held you and i am, in a way, in your lap, or so it seems to me.
i dance in your room, breathe the air you breathed, and become drunk on the presence of you that lingers still. i am intoxicated. i am filled with you and filled with all of you that is held by the things surrounding me. i am full. i am satisfied.
Monday, April 10, 2006
your things
photography by permission cindy lee jones
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7 comments:
you very much on a roll at the moment and i for one am enjoying every last minute of it.
stupendous writing yet again Fem Ex. smashing!
x
This is so so tender. Like a soft linen white shirt that smells of his cologne...
:)
not one post but all of the page, lovely... :-)
It is satisfying... like a drug... and just as unsatisfying when it is taken away.
You write beautiful words, though. :-) They remind me of what I used to feel. But to me right now, that's unfortunately like stirring up sediment which has settled at the bottom of a jar. :-\
hey fem expressions...that was a poignant post...and well when i read this post...i was so reminded of my girl so much...i wanna run into her arms right now...good post and a good blog...
Very touching... the essence of love...
I'm here via Mermaid's blog, although I recognize your name from comments you've left on many blogs we visit in common.
This is very tender and loving. Sight, smell, touch- all of the senses are awakened. It reminds me of falling in love and staying in love. I'm enjoying your blog. I've read several posts.
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