� Carry each other � 2008-01-21 � 9:43 p.m. �
Sitting on my husband's knee... ear to his chest, all i could hear was the spin-thump-spin... he knees moving in sync with the beat. I thought, no, someone has said it better than this... someone knows how to put this to words.
And he sings...
~ Did I disappoint you?
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without... ~
He rubs his hand along the curve of my spin and his heart changes from the spin-thump-spin, to just a spin within the cage of his ribs. A spin on an axis. And the certainty I've accused him all weekend was just a mask he was wearing for me. I never asked him to. I wish he wouldn't...
He plays Jesus to the lepers in my head.
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