The reflected light of the street lamps casts a subtle, bluish glow on your face drawing you out from the deeper blue, blackness of the unlit room. You were staring at nothing. Lost somewhere in your thoughts. The silence wasn't uncomfortable yet it was obviously silent. I fought an urge to ask you where you were, what you were thinking about. It would have sounded trite. My voice would have broken the silence like a hammer upon glass. So I sat and watched you.
Your head was tilted slightly downward, your hands clasped in your lap, elbows balancing on the arms of the chair. You rocked, ever so slightly, back and forth. A natural movement, a comforting one. Your hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail revealing the spot where your neck flows into your shoulder. The soft blue light crept around your back highlighting your shoulders, pooling in the place of soft, tender skin where my eyes stopped to rest.
I wanted to step over to you, kneel down beside you, lean in and breathe the smell of you. Perfume, soap and shampoo. I wanted to brush my lips against your neck and taste the salty surface. I wanted to travel down to your throat nibbling along the way. Kisses. Caresses. Eyelashes against your cheek. Lips to chin. Lips to nose. Lips to lips. I wanted to cradle your face in my hands as I explored your mouth with mine. I wanted to feel the smooth surface of your teeth, the warm softness of your tongue. I wanted my touches and caresses to speak my emotions and explain my love but I continued to sit and watch.
Eventually the cat walked by, breaking your concentration, drawing you back to the here and now. You rocked back in the chair, looked over at me and smiled. "May I kiss you," my mind was asking. I smiled back. We began to talk. A continued conversation, picking up where we had left off, leaving me to wonder where you had just been, what you had been thinking. Knowing where I had been and how I could only be there in the silent confines of my mind.
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