jueves, 18 de abril de 2013

Dream of a Thunderstorm


I have a dream. A very simple one, actually.

You and I are alone, somewhere in a limbo of time and place, only with a big window and darkness as loyal chaperons.

Outside a thunderstorm strikes the earth, and it winds tremble the glass screen we are facing.

You are sitting on my lap. One of my hands adds support to your back. The other caresses the silky-smooth skin of your beautiful face.

I look deep into your blue eyes, blue as the ocean in all its might, in the profundity of mariana’s trench.

My sight is looked there for what it seems like an eternity, but at the same time, just an ephemeral second.

My lips meet yours. Indescribable honey flows. Nothing in the world can compare to this taste.

We are stunned by delight, slowly waking the hidden desire. Bound by this act of love.

Yet, silence from words remains. There is the clash of the unforgiving weather outside, in the distance, reminding us we still live in this earth.

The harmony of the elements is perfect, worthy of renouncing the ability speech, just to appreciate it.

Still, I dare to break it, in a last deed of defiance, as the whisper “I love you” enters your ear.

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