8/26/2010 transcendence

We have just returned from a heady two hour walk. It's 2 am and you are departing in the morning. I make our bed in the middle of my parents living room floor: right over the spot where my mother prays. We collapse into each other and move as one. She whispers into my mouth, "Faeeza..." And I whisper back into her mouth, softly, "Yes?", She says, "I think I'm in love with you." My heart pounds and I swallow and whisper back, "I'm in love with you." The night recedes into morning and we fall asleep just as light begins to seep through the cracks of the living room window.