Hotel Window

Standing in the hotel window, I hear my lover moving behind me.

“Don’t move.”

I smile to myself and remain there, buck naked, watching the morning light caress the streets of Oakland.  ‘Don’t Move’ is code for, hold that pose while I get my camera.

From our first night together, we have documentation, proof of this passionate affair, of longevity, of something that fills and sustains us.  I hear the whir of the shutter, holding my pose, knowing this too is an expression of love.

I continue to stand in the window, hear the camera being set down.  Hands caress me, hold me, reassure me, affirm me.  We stand in the window, delaying the start of a busy day, morning light baptizing us, blessing us, energizing us.  A perfect moment, held in digital amber.

 


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