Take the A train

i guess the these thoughts came from rachel's words about sleeping lovers
thanks rachel

cause i have been thinking about sleeping with lovers
each and every one
how they are and how i am with them

when i started to sleep with PH he said he liked the way i was..keeping to myself... not attached to him....later he would climb into bed and get as close as he could calling for his little furnace
in those last years i remember us sleeping side by side holding hands

R who was more of a friend to me than a lover (well in some ways)
cuddled more perfectly
my bum tucked into his crotch
his arms holding me against him
even after we stopped being lovers and happened to sleep in the same bed he would hold me that way

tho years of being lovers
W and i only have slept together once
it was just plain uncomfortable i laugh

one lovely night D and i slept with two little boys between us
his arm across them to touch me
he had to leave early and we managed to wriggle out without waking them to whisper goodbye

i know long term couples who have given up on the same bed
even the same room

one night i slept with a french chef in his industrial kitchen on a blow up mattress it was a very "hot" night
and
he told me i must sleep with my head on his shoulder
he snored so loud tho
and would stop breathing every so often just long enough to scare me

one summer morning with a young lover we slept
the sweetest nap


sleeping at DFF's was like being in hell
the bedroom TV going all night
add the sound of the highway close to the window
and him waking to smoke
in the morning i was so tired i cried


and THE BOY
told me he knew he loved me because he slept so well with me
he would hold me too from behind
the side of his head on the side of mine
him whispering of his love for me
and of my beauty

another R and i slept well together tho not really touching
he was more attached to the cat i laugh
me waking to look at them
R's hand on the cats belly

and the cats
they sleep on either side of me the nights i am alone
leaving me a cotton lined tunnel

B's way of sleeping with me is a great part of his charm
he holds me
his hands on my breasts
as we drift
and we wake in the night to love and
again as it gets light
drifting off again

last night i slept alone
and this morning making myself waffles i listened to some long ella scats
A-train and some others
i danced in the kitchen with the joy of the music
and the thought of the tea and the waffles and maple syrup
with no thoughts of being alone
i smile