| Freedom from blue My shoulders bend beneath your weight, the skin no longer tinged, the livid purple fading to blue. Fingertips brush, the silk of a flower petal, tracing the curve of my spine, pause to circle the mole placed left of center just above the swell of skin. I flinch before I remember. Hands pull away, sliding along me until they disappear, their only testament the footprints of warmth. I turn over, resting on my side, my cheek nestled in the crook of my arm my hip brushes his knee his leg folded beneath him. Slowly Slowly He reaches out, fingers curved in, relaxed, afraid that I�ll bolt like a beaten dog, ears flat and tail tucked but waiting, looking up willing to hold still because green eyes are not blue. |