The gorgeous ones always appear as if out of nowhere.
In an instant. In the blink of an eye.
And they disappear just as fast…
Yet however brief, I welcomed the moment anchoring my focus in the now,
drawing me back from my dreamworlds of wonder.
Yes, it is easy to justify the escape into the softer world of dreams. For there’s always the challenge not to fall victim to this unpredictable, roaring loud madness of the urban beehive. To not be blown around like leafs, tumbling to heavy gusts of wind. To not be send spiraling and have control slip, and stability lessen. When being firmly rooted is all that’s desired, yet far from at hand… I truly do understand the longing to chase clouds.
But this is not the way.
There’s the sense of responsibility ever lingering in the background. An understanding of the need to engage in the immanent tug of war; the fight against fleeting mindfulness, as to not give into another day of scattered sleepwalking through the streets.
Fortunately sometimes aid comes in physical form,
and it may take only a second to wake…
It’s always the eyes.
The first thing I see.
Yes, always the eyes.
Within a glance I’ll know of her beauty
And beautiful this creature was…
Walking towards me, tightly clasping her purse,
she seemed in a hurry to get places. Preoccupied.
But not all is as appears.
For when our eyes locked,
she appeared busy no more.
With a shock she froze, and came to a sudden halt.
Glowing chestnut hair flowed onto her shoulders,
Big brown eyes looked up at me, with a subtle bat of her eyelashes.
Oh those smiling eyes.
With a youthful wisdom.
Countless tiny freckles dotted her flushed cheeks and the bridge of her nose.
Her skin tone an attractive almond hue, of Mediterranean origin surely.
Hailing from some Southern and warmer place.
She was slim, with strong legs and a trim waist. Curvy in all the right places.
The upper buttons of her loosely fitting blouse undone,
teasing,
tempting to steal a glance…
I was taken by desire to move closer,
step into her space,
bring my arms around and gently graze the base of her neck,
move even closer,
blend into her aura,
slowly run my hand up through that gorgeous head of hair… and pull it down, softly…
Opening up her neckline and caress that flawless skin with my exhale and soft touch of my lips.
Make her skin glow with my kisses.
I saw recognition in her eyes.
Yet it was no look of recognizing me,
for we had never met before.
It was the recollection of something fierce that lay dormant within herself,
suddenly awakened.
Her eyes lit up.
A hungry gaze flashed across her face.
The jolt of electricity that struck me,
she felt it too.
I didn’t look away.
How could I even?
For this is magic in its purest form.
The symphony of encounter.
A lightning connection we both fought to keep alive,
stretching the moment as long as possible.
For in that moment, there was nothing else but us….
Nevertheless,
as an unattainable desire,
as a cruel mistress leaving behind naught but emptiness,
the moment fell into impermanence…
Sounds of traffic and people
and the bustle of street life crashed back into our senses.
Within a flash, she had disappeared.
And the golden moment of pure opportunity, vanished into thin air with her.
Those eyes, no more than a memory.
With ragged breathing I shrugged, my feelings swaying like a pendulum between disappointment and astonishment,
gradually fading,
until neither remained…
There I stood, now wide awake,
brutally reminded that it may only take a second to fall in love…
As it happens so,
only every day.
