We were entangled in white sheets, much like how lovers are after making love. Our bed wasn’t one. Instead, we had a cushion just lying carelessly on the floor closely beside the window which filled out practically the whole wall. I’d just changed the curtains to an alternating pattern of sheer white drape and light orange satin.
So, being that it was mid-afternoon; the sunlight seeped through in a tungsten shade –though, at times, it almost seemed bright yellow. It fell on her face in the most ethereal way. Nearly like the sun emitted light for the sole purpose of illuminating every inch of her, making the afternoon beam and her aura virtually continuous. Her eyes irradiated a lovely hazel-brown. Her hair, even more lustrous than usual.
In that instant, I was frozen in a stare, while deep inside, I felt like melting butter. And in a strange way I wanted to touch her radiance. I couldn’t help it anymore, so I did. My fingers started to tip-toe against her skin and I remember thinking, how it was so smooth and lithe, I thought my rough hand could’ve felt so course. That moment, all other senses were muted, as if leaving every tactile stir and vision, insanely heightened. In my core, I was serene yet crumbling.
I trace her eyebrows slowly to her cheeks. I didn’t want to lift my fingers off of her skin but I did to follow the slope of her button nose, all the way to its tip. She smiles, maybe already wondering what exactly I was doing. Still, I go on to feel her lips in the most careful way as if they were fragile pieces of jewelry. Supple, wet and soft –I stared with awe at their red-pink color (maybe from nibbling and biting), it was absolutely immaculate.
My right hand scooped her face, gently caressing it.
“What’re you doing?” She asked with a soft smile.
“I’m trying to memorize you… the lines of your face, everything. “
She musters up the most ridiculous grin, as if what I said was profanity. “Why?”
“We’ll never be here again.”
She became a bit sad as I now take her place, making it her turn to paint my absurdly enamored look in her mind. If only I could’ve have told her more, how I wanted to keep her as long as I could have. Maybe in a photograph in my rusty mind, I can make her last; make her all mine. Yet, she doesn’t give much more time for me to speak, nor did I have any more courage to say anything that honest.
She pulls me in and gives me the purest nirvana I’d ever tasted in the form of a long soft kiss.