protagonist (she rests her head on my pillow,)

she rests her head on my pillow, and my favorite, warmest blanket about her shoulders sits, she seems impossible, unhere, was she ever gone? a ghost.  my ego dissolves, and my arms ache to reach out.  she is so close to where she once was. she is so close. she rests her eyes, so closing and cannot see. her hair is red and i know she can always be here, alive, aburst of burst, aguilt of guilt, aloof.  loose.  subtle. protagonist.  she is so close. her hand lies near my hand, and without moving i can touch it, her.  without thinking i can retain what pasts are wrapped up in those sleeves, cotton silk and skin. i can touch the past and it will thrive again. she seems impossible, unhere, unwhere.  was she ever gone? a ghost!  i want this to be the most important moment. i want this to define living. i want this to last the forevers away, burn the burning candle dim. her shoulders bared before my eyes.  her skin so soft my fingers glide, imagination on my side i slip into a place with unlocked doors, never-tells and ne'er-do-wells. a ghost!  protagonist!  she is so close to where we once stood. she is so close. i want this to define living. i want this to be the most important moment.  i want this to run the roads empty, drain the sun and melt the onlookers to smithereens. i want this to define my breathing.2001, Written October 17th, 2001 © on Oct 17 2001 05:47 AM PST   0 • 10 • 8