Limbs twined, my cheek to his chest, I inhale his skin between slowing heartbeats, kittening under his hand stroking my hair and nestling into the strength of his ember-warm embrace. My lashes flutter in a latent echo of endorphin trembles, and, stroking my fingertips over his torso, I ask…
What are you afraid of?
…even as I think to myself:
This.
the only thing to fear about that, is it’s lack. it is a lovely place to be, even if it can make me squirm a bit at times 🙂
Lack…? Of fear, or of vulnerability?
They go hand in hand, I think. Overcoming that fear, to trust, is an act of bravery. Sometimes I have to remind myself of that. 🙂
To echo the sentiments of Pat Benetar (singing, even): I am a warrior… 😉
And some things (some people) are worth braving arrows for. 🙂
you are one of the most fearless, bravest people i’ve had the privilege to know *hugs* and you’re right, some people and things are worth being brave for
Loneliness or privacy are flip sides of the same coin. Balancing is a coin on edge.
Edgy.
This piece sizzles.
Bacon, I am not. 😛
Bacon — did someone say BBBBBBbbbbbbbbbbbacon? :-O 😀
No… No, no. Kevin is not here today. 😛
I was thinking about his sister- ‘chocolate covered’ . 😀
Eeeeeuuuuw.
😀 It’s yummy with dark chocolate. 😀
Hey, what you do with your bacon is your business.
*covering ears, yell-singing LALALA*
😀 I’m not THAT easy to block out, ya know. 😀 LOL
Mmmm. Echoes of knowing and (rem)embra(n)ce..
I like this. And I don’t. But liking is the stronger verbiage here.
*nods*
xoox
There is a vast difference between being vulnerable *to* someone, and being vulnerable *with* another person. The former is present in the case of the latter, but there is a certain safety in the second. And I am safe. <3