"Absent minded, ingenuosly absent minded, while my invisible hands reach
the space where you are.. reclining in your silence, defenseless. My hands..made of incandescent and warm skin, with palms of quartz and fingertips with tongues..they slide on your sandals taking them off. With the accuracy of an artist, with the perfection of a craftswoman.
They caress your instep, your pale and small instep. Brief and absolute like a kiss, like a shout. They trace a sacred path through your legs..deep into your sweet, secret smell.
At the end of the road they clutch at your blouse. They take it down quickly, it falls with urgency without touching your knees. There is nothing left between the dream and my invisible hands. The clothes have disappeared, the interlude, the words.
You are absent minded, but still...expectant.
I will try to make it slowly. With no more words than the least, so I could hear your breathing. If it's short it will be glorious. If it's endless it will be zenith. It should be like a glimmer, like a thunder.Tender like a birth, intense like a flight.
It will be an inventory of new shivers and cramps, of old and novel caresses, of snapshots of your body never seen before. It will be a crucible of colors of the flesh. Red, pale, intimate white.
From any sound, any voice, your voice will be regenerated in my ears in a perpetual delirium. Your words will rock me with your measured and calm voice. And from your voice, around the breath of your voice I will build an invisible mouth, a mouth that could become larger, devour ravenously and bite slowly.
Your mouth will exist, lip by lip, feature by feature. Your body will exist, your skin, the image of your own image and the kisses..that never came before but I always add. You will come from me, to me, from nothingness, from my delirium.
Entangled between your legs, between your endless ties..moved by your
strength, I should die soon...I should compose the caresses and the cadence of the moans. I should clutch at the sheets inhaling the scent of your sex until it vanishes."
Ju- September 23, 2003
It is for me a curious enigma to find out why we met. If it was a casual or causal encounter. But how could we know?
I just simply believe -I feel- that everything I have done in my life (a little, alot; well or wrong) was leading to that moment, a year ago.
Every part of me is still totally and absolutely commited to you.
I couldn't be more in love.
I couldn't love you more.
May 11
10:15 pm
Thanks Ashe for your patience and wonderful corrections.
Thanks Kim and Lynn for your wise opinion and support.
