Sunday, June 27, 2010

To Spanish Kiss

You took my hand and said
Today we will go to Spain and kiss in Spanish.

Oh God, but I don't know how to kiss in Spanish!
I panicked, walked in a circle, I felt as if the bridge
that connects my heart to yours was crumbling,
nothing made sense, I should be happy
you will take me to Spain
and you will me show

the world.

You touched my left cheek, my eyes dwelling in chaos,
your fingers moved to my left ear, gently massaging.

We know how to Spanish kiss more than anyone else in the world.

And then you kissed me.

The world trembled.

Old buildings greeted us wherever we talked hand in hand
people to lesser extent, but as always you said that these

grey, wine-stained walls have seen more than 
any human being could ever imagine.

It was like we were back in the 1950s,
yellowish tinted sky with a hint of explosion.

Beautiful, I uttered in your arms.

You suddenly stood up, ran ahead of me but not away from me.
As suddenly you had stood up, you also stopped running.
You turned around, now looking at me and smiling.

Now the city is beautiful.

I looked at you and thought to myself,
I will always be love with this man
who will always be in love with me.

And I ceased wondering 
why and just enjoyed.

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