Dharma Traveler

I wake early and roll over in the dim light of a rainy sunrise.  L is still sleeping heavily, jaw quivering in little fits, head tilted toward me, resting on his fist, on his pillow.  I want to reach out to this beautiful man, with his long flowing locks, cascading down his smooth, bronze body.  I reach my hand out toward his shoulder, fingers lingering in the faint glow of morning, but hesitate. I can’t bring my body to graze his. I am still holding her.  Carrying her on my back.  She is pulling me from him.  “Stay safe,” he messaged her at 11 pm, completely out of the blue, the night before.   “Protect yourself,” I hear a little voice within.  I know he loves her so much, is so devoted to her.  I come first, but she is a close second and it scares me.   We do our own yoga practice.  He comes to me in my propped up savasana and kisses me tenderly. Slow, sensual - then greedily, moaning. I warm to him as the sun warms the earth.   Later, we sit on the floor just inside the fr