My Little Tee-Pee

Two of us, covers pulled over our heads, in memory of childhood teepees. We only see each others faces as we lie close to each other, whispering of love and forever. Sharing our fears of heartbreak and desire. The world is blocked out. It is just us holding each other close, laughing in a cocoon of warmth. We are like children again, able to be honest for just a moment, before we throw back the blanket and allow the world to crash in upon us.

Why couldn’t we lie forever under the blankets? Now I pull the blankets over my head, trying to recapture the feeling, the overwhelming feeling of love. That feeling. That memory. Under the blankets alone, the memory is all that I have. So I wait for the next moment and enjoy the wait.