I love the sound of my name on your lips.
With a smile and a kiss you call for me and happily I come.
You whisper my name in my ear, against my neck, and make me shiver with pleasure.
“Mine.” You say.
I am yours.
I call you mine and you kiss me.
“Yes, princess, I am yours.”
The morning is grey and I struggle to leave my bed.
Get up.
I spread my arms and think of the things that need to get done.
No.
I curl up again and burrow under the blankets listening to the persistent tap tap tap of the rain against my window.
Get up.
Why? Nothing matters.
Get up. This is what healthy normal people do.
I lay there, fighting the part of me that could just die and be done with it.
Get up.
I hear the jingle of a collar as the dog gets up and stretches.
I feel warm breath as a wet nose searches my blankets for me.
Get up.
“Ok boy, let’s go.”
Everything is being made new.
I walk these paths and feel the churning of the earth beneath my feet.
The plants that have laid dormant spread their roots and break free.
Spring has come.
What has died is born again.
Can’t you feel them stirring?
Rise up my wild girl, throw back the shroud of winter, and feel the sun warm your face once again.
Listen.
My legs intertwined with yours, pale and tan, I rest my head on your chest.
Listen.
A train passes, the jangle of metal wheels and a horn in the night.
Listen.
Your breath still ragged, you sigh and wrap your arm around me, pulling me closer.
Listen— to the silent words passed between us as you hold me close in my bed. A city girl, my silence is never truly silent.
But here in the quiet of my room with nothing but the sound of your breathing and the beat of your heart I find my peace and I drift off to sleep.
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The Secret Life of Pandas 