Snippets of Love

You and I

           

I like to think that I was born with a very strong power of imagination; a gift so valuable to me for it lets me live between pages of books and be heartbroken by tragic songs and be in love with words from poems. It is so precious to me because when you hold me in the safety of you arms, it is so easy to just close my eyes and imagine us in my happiest place, quite literally anywhere in the world.

Driving through city streets right after dusk, the velvet sky all shades of purple and blue, lets me imagine that we're driving right to the stars. I imagine the cars and the restlessness of the urban lives blurring out, fading and rising again as open highways and suburban landscapes that makes us feel as if we're living right at the edge of the world, like we could reach out through open windows and touch the floating clouds- the clouds so white, so pure in the endless blue. When our fingers entwine, your thumb praying calming circles on the back of my hand, it's so easy to forget about the hubbub and the breathing of other souls next to us. There's just you and I, in the car and we are our on our way to see the world, the whole damned universe.

The windows are rolled down, the wind is in my mane of dark hair- it's getting all tangled up but for once, I don't mind one bit. The radio is playing our songs- Lifehouse, Ed Sheeran and all. I've got my favorite pink shades on, my lips painted the brightest shade of red. I know I look odd but I don't care. I don't care because you are here and my heart is elated; it has expanded to such a level that I might just be able to fit in the whole outer space within me.

You look at me like I am the living, breathing version of love. You seek for my hand, knowingly and unknowingly, across the car; it is almost like it is necessary for you to feel my skin against yours, like that sets everything in the world in place. I look over at you, a lopsided smile sits permanently on my lips now, and sunlight has painted you golden. The sun is in your eyes and the brown looks so light that it's like drops of honey in a cloud of milk. You're so beautiful, so incredibly delicious.

We drive and drive and then, drive some more. The roads in my head never end; one moment we're in Miami and the next we're in Rome. We don't stop, as if we've the marked the planet to be ours and we can't rest till we've seen it all. You hum along to the radio, making puns out of lyrics and brushing soft kisses on my forehead as I laugh, silently making poetry out of the shadows that your lashes cast on your cheekbones.

The sun has set, leaving the sky in opulent shades of orange and magenta. We've pulled up in the middle of nowhere. It looks like we're at the end of a boulevard that opens up to a mountain top. We can hear the lull of waves crashing against rocks somewhere. It seems as if my imagination has run a little wild, mixing some of your favorites and some of mine. The sun has sunk entirely in the midst of lilac and azure and we are bathed in soft light of the half moon hanging above. We are ethereal, my love.

I scramble across to your lap and you kiss the tip of my nose, laughing at my childish instincts. I straddle you and you put your arms around my waist, pulling me closer to you. I lock my eyes with yours and this is where I want to stay; this where my home is, this is where my favorite adventures begin and end. My face breaks into another smile- they keep appearing so often with you around- and I run my hands through your hair. With one last half smile, your lips meet mine. My imagination goes a little haywire, I think. The mountaintop disappears and the ocean holds its breath for us. The wind is still and the moon has dimmed- the world is focused here, on us. The universe is between the friction of our skins, between the butterfly kisses and love bites. 

Our clothes hit the floor of the car- blue shirt, red top, all barriers gone. It all happens at once, the shrinking of the world and the imploding of it all. The closer we get and the faster we move together, the smaller the universe gets. It is next to nothing compared to us. And then it implodes into a million pleasurable pieces, like crimson and cyan stardust bursting in the infinite outer space. We breathe together, as if our souls have reached out and mated forever. Your heart is drumming against your chest and mine too thumps with equal speed. Our foreheads rest against each other and we soar up, right in the midst of a thousand stars.

I feel your nose brushing against my temple affectionately, calling me back to planet earth and the present which is in the middle of an ever changing city. I look up to find your eyes holding me safely, like you might lose yourself if you lost me and all I can do is smile. This is it- this is my happiest place, be it in Rome, or by a beach or in the middle of nowhere. You and I are here, and that in itself is euphoric. As for my imagination, it can wait a little while for I know it will happen. Finding a love this pure, this true used be a wish made at 4 in the morning and now you're here and you are mine.