She
is beautiful. The seed of peace and infinity sow in the azure of her
eyes. I inhale her perfume as I embrace her carefully, almost hearing
her heartbeat. Our song is sweet and smooth, like sailing on a day
with perfect weather. I wish her endless, like the ocean that's made
into one with the sky and I wish myself made into one with her. I
adore her, my left hand nesting her right, then she whispers she
loves me and clutches my palm. I wish she had broken my hand. I wish
it had not been the faint grip I was feeling: "I will gladly
break each bone in my body just to stay with you" ...but that
was a long time ago. The war was in bloom and it wasn't going to stop
for a foolish cadet's broken bones. So I went there and it was hell.
But later I came back, and she was my heaven. She was a faithful
lover. She had to let me go. Now it's my time to stay faithful and
let her go.
"I
love you too, sweetie" -said I- then, I proceeded to sing her
part. Our song is early morning light: it makes us feel safe. It's
our private little party to celebrate the fortune of being alive and
together. I don't know what other way it could be. My legs begin to
shake, my balance fails and I gently drift appart from her to sit
down. She stretches out to me, with a speck of despair in her eyes.
"But I am here, dear. You will never lose me".
She
is so beautiful.
October 1st, 2015.
Inspired by this video
https://youtu.be/wWPOG_hxkTE
