Blue Notebook The trip to Paris is your attempt to take us back to a time when love was just our bodies' thoughtless responses. I plan to record everything; the smell of the hotel, the way our winter clothes will hang down, heavy: how quiet the water will be lapping soft against the tub, washcloths dipping forgiveness as you stroke me, time slowing down to just your hands and perhaps light will enter a small window and hold us and everything else will be inconsequential for awhile. ~Tasha~ 2000 |
