Who are you? From where did your eyes emerge in the night, along with your perfume, which takes my concentration, and your skin, which makes pupils dilate and my lungs fill up? The cold night takes on a whole new meaning when I get my body closer to yours and enter the woods, swimming through this shy mist and facing the unknown ahead. I can feel the silence like never before, but when your voice sounds and echoes through the trees, softly as your skin, I become aware. I’m here, and from all the places where I could be, I’m exactly where I should be. I want to uncover the unknown and feel what I still haven’t felt. When I do it, I either step back or get infatuated. And well, here I am, witnessing the transformation of the unknown into something I now want, and exploring so interestedly each and every door that you open for me.
Under the moonlight, I’m sure that you’re real and I learn the influence you have on me, for my body denounces me and turns me in with my hard breathing, growing heat, and heart strong as drums; it’s all noticeable. I couldn’t hide it even if I tried, and I won’t: You shouldn’t stop a river. A river is to run free.
Feel me caressing you; sense my presence, my warmth and solace. Hear the soft sound of the wind as we exchange glances in the dark and as the leaves play on the ground… Time stood still when we held each other, and no clock dared to tick when my fingers touched your skin to feel the warmness of plenitude. There is a deep silence reigning tonight, and it echoes colorfully inside of me; it all happens as each particle of my body gets ready to shout in joy, though. It’s not been very long, I know, but I already miss you when you’re gone, and I feel bursts of happiness when I spot you on the horizon, coming towards me; it’s like we curiously have known each other for a long time. Each and every single one of these thoughts that constitute a paradoxically calm storm in my mind cease to exist in the blink of an eye when my lips so subtly touch yours; it’s the sempiternal within a second, it’s tounching the sky for a fraction of a second. “I smell like you, now, and you smell like me”. The scent is stimulant, the taste is better than anything nature can provide or man can create. There is no substance that can outstand this or this moment. And I don’t want to let you go.
I blink my eye, and it’s time to say farewell. Time stopping took its toll in the end, as a long period of time suddenly passed by in an instant. My heart is trying to reach out for you, now, hectic as waves in the open sea – wild, brave – wishing with all its strength to be the holder of my motor activities, trying desperately to make me hold your hand and keep you close. It even hurts when we kiss farewell and I have to take my eyes off yours.
There is no point in trying to think of something else tonight, as my whole being is still trying to breathe you in, living out of the fresh memories my brain has just recorded, surviving on the scent left on me and my clothes.
As I lay down, I wonder what’s on your mind, and I wish I’m in your head as intensily as you’re in mine. The only thing I can feel before falling asleep is your presence, you laying your head on my chest, taking a long, deep breath, and fading into sweet dreams with me.
Written by Rafael Mendes.