I am Human.
Unasleep and unafraid, I coil myself into the folds of a human. His warmth keeps me nested in the cold night, and as the fog rolls past us right before dawn we awake to the sleepy embrace of one another. Fevered, wanting. We reach out for each other and grasp only mist. It is the only time to be vulnerable, in blue light, among the mountain and trees outside his window.
Our vulnerability merges us, human. And yet, further isolates our hearts. I feel despondent, as does he. Heart broken without reason. The past was so long ago, with fragments of memories I no longer care to recall.
It is the present that breaks my heart. The wanting. The having, and looking beyond to long for something intangible rather than flesh and blood.