The Week Before Christmas

Your hands are full of diamonds, they drip between your fingers like ice water washing the ashes off your dusty wedding ring. And the water pours like Niagara, wishing the falls will drown us all....

Sand Feeling Gritty BetweenOur Fingers

Cold fresh water rolling over sand, salt sliding over my thirsty tongue. If you can't understand me it doesn't really matter, I'll squeeze your hand no matter what.

Christmas Eve Is Real Close!

Emily is sitting cross legged on my bed with Skunk in her lap, she's wearing red jeans and sweatshirt, her boots are under the edge of the bed. She loves to wear red around Christmas, she says it makes her feel more Christmasy. And Skunk loves to sit in her lap, he has good taste!

Earlier we walked on the Promenade, the December night wind blowing her pony tail, my arm around her shoulder. We met a couple visiting from Paris, and I discovered that Emily speaks fluent French. I don't, but I could follow most of their conversation. I'm always learning new things about her, even after five years. I so totally love that about her!

When we came home, with some Baskin Robbins Double Chocolate Chip (I've never known anyone who likes ice cream as much as she does!), we watched Frosty The Snowman and Frosty Returns on tv. Can't believe Christmas Eve is two weeks from tomorrow night! We sat on the bed and ate from the same bowl with two spoons, but dang, she can eat twice as fast as I can! Guess when you're dead you can't get the brain freeze. She always gets more ice cream than I do!

But now she's starting to nod out, Skunk purring against her tummy while she breathes slow and deep. The hell with sex, I just want to hold her close to me tonight. We'll be together forever soon enough.

First Cold Night Double Haiku

Slow dancing with you
In the warm December fog,
Splashing in the rain.

The rain turns to snow,
Your boots slip on icy slush,
My hand catches you.

December Haiku

Days growing shorter,
The winter sky's pearly grey.
I light a candle.