an unrehearsed universe

Everybody's Got the Fever

Skin suffused with happiness, a smile that mirrors hers, tongue touching lips in gleeful mimicry.  Heartburn tightness caused by skin unweathered with worry and hands reaching, grasping hungrily, annihilating time and space in logic-defying, laugh-in-face-of-worlds denying madness, collides with the slide of a finger over well-traveled planes.  Her face alight with delight, something screams “mine”, womb clutching in all eager anticipation, suppressing a sigh for the unfamiliar weight now gone.  "She’s adorable," the time bomb of biological imperatives felling previously impregnable towers, one last look - does she love me - before walking away.