THAT THING CALLED LOVE

And time stood still.

With nothing between me and the sea other than the slight chill of the strong winds…. I was sitting by myself on the shore. The sand under my feet felt like gold dust, mildly warm from all the heat soaked from the sun during the day… I could feel each grain under my feet… some in between my toes… slipping… stealthily slippin… I tried to pick some grains of sand and hold onto them with my fingers… they caressed the tips with so much promise… but I could feel them slippin… ever so stealthily slippin… I threw my head back and the wind caught hold of my hair… the pull was tangible… tossing every tress. making a mess… I gathered the tresses in my hands and lifted them up… and the wind took to the nape of my neck… sending an abrupt shiver down my spine… audacious and yet so soft… I closed my eyes… but there was no escaping the storm within my head… I looked up at the moon… It looked like it was in a good mood… sparkling away to glory with a crooked and dark smile aimed at the waves… the waves went hairbrained at that… dancing a pas de deux so inviting, with a smile equally dark, baskin in the glow of something primitive cast by the moon…

I lied down on the sand… the golden dusts under me, around me, within me, piercing and stinging, causing a pain as acute as it was temperate… I was alone.

And at that very moment, that very heart beat and that very blink of an eye…. I felt a breath so sweet and so close, a look in a pair of eyes so piercing and bold… a yearning from a strange heart so phenomenally unknown and yet so intimate… it shook my whole existence… I could feel the trance break… hear the shattering noises above the sounds made by the insane dance of the wind tossed waves…and before the shards could fall around me, I turned in haste… ran my eyes all around the forsaken beach… and … Nothing. There were no half opened lips breathing so close… no longing in a pair of eyes and no heart beating.

I breathed then. I settled down again. Just me and my company.

I closed my eyes once more… trying to free myself of all the crazy mindgames. When I opened my eyes again there was no mistaking his presence around. I turned to my right to find a pair of eyes lookin at me so surely… claiming what was not his to claim… asking and saying so many words… speaking a foreign language unheard but understood.

I waited for the panic to strike… I wanted to run away… I didn’t want to give him what was mine… I wanted to create a distance unbridgeable between him and me… my heart raced… each heart beat wild and loud… I could feel the beats in my chest… I put my palms on the sand for some much needed support…

Oh… but they slipped… and slipped so stealthily… each grain conspiring against my will to run… each grain conspiring with him to stop me… and I knew that moment that I lost claim… I could feel the trance rebuilding… each hypnotizing blink of those light eyes holding onto mine as unfalteringly as a bee sucks in some life saving honey from an unaware flower… my mind raced and so did his… just like the beast races for the prey… I held onto to my strength, my will, my heart… but the game was over from end to start.

I breathed, I sighed. I sat there hypnotized. He said nothing. I said nothing. And we communicated a trillion lil stories of the heart.

And all this while time stood still.