My most comfortable position
Stretched out with my legs perched on his lap, a cigarette between my lips, is my most comfortable position. Except maybe for that moment in bed, when I turn onto my stomach and drift off to sleep, safe in the knowledge that I’m being watched. Much later, when I open my eyes to find his, I pretend he never slept. It’s selfish and illogical I know, but some needs don’t answer to reason and needs longing for fulfillment are 95% of the impetus for nearly everything in life.
“You give me magic and I give you grief.”
I wonder about this discrepancy, but gamely end up putting it down to my distorted sense of self. I take comfort from his words, I take comfort from his skin and though it does happen, there’s very little of his I don’t take comfort from. And of that from which I take no comfort, I take knowledge, experience, or something equally useful. The point is I’m lazy, but lucky in some respects. I find comfort I can take, positions I can hold, and sometimes that’s enough.
19 April 2008 at 4:24 am
skin and footholds are enough. i’ve learned. if you’re willing to hold on tight and not even think about the fall.
20 April 2008 at 11:46 pm
Beautiful - yet also disarming in its honesty.
Which is a very rare thing to read these days.
Though I have to deduct a couple of points due to the noticeable lack of any references to cheese.
21 April 2008 at 6:58 pm
beautiful voice
22 April 2008 at 4:24 am
Being lazy and lucky really is something worth having. I’ve decided I must emanate something valuable from my torpidity, or I wouldn’t be allowed the laziness.
22 April 2008 at 12:15 pm
Imogen: As the wise Buzz Lightyear once said, this isn’t flying, it’s falling with style.
AUW: More references to cheese. Duly noted.
Noplanb: Hello and welcome, and thanks. :)
Z: I’m sure I must emanate something valuable on occasion. Can’t think what it is at the moment.