lundi 6 juin 2011

I'm in love (dream)

It's a zigaging suburb road, and i'm walking down that section, that is a common residential neighborhood, flat houses in pastel colors and neat gardens, perfectly pruned trees regularly planted along the sidewalk.
I'm following the turn down that slope, going nowhere on the left edge, i watch straight when my eyes meet hers, she was riding a fragile bicycle coming from the opposite side of the road, i recognize her, my heart jumps, and i notice she suddenly smiles at my sight, her visage lightens up, she stops on the curb and engages me to cross the street, i start to feel flutters in my belly, i'm so happy she recognized me too, that i greet her the french style, with a kiss on both cheeks. She's dressed in a lightly striped buttoned shirt with no sleeves and a faded brown skirt reaching under her knees, all in her seem bright and smooth to me, secretly i begin to aspire to be enbodied in that softness, i imagine myself going with her to wherever she was heading, walking side by side, so close that our dangling arms will touch, our hands gently bump.
We are both smiling and talking, i feel joyous, i move with happy feet, fleeting, there's such a potent complicity between us, like if we knew each other from the start of our lives, we are commenting everything and describing the important events for us, we are teasing, touching swiftly, impulsively, while laughing together at the thoughts we share, it's almost, is it flirting, it's the begining.
Feeling that momentum we put ourselves back to back, and grab each other hands, pressing tight, i feel her bones through our thin clothes, and the sweet cushion of her bum on the high up of my thighs, shivers all along my spine, i believe her electricity is conveyed to my body and inversely, i trust we both treasure that moment so much, we are still talking and giggling. Like playing an enticing game we hide, holding in that clumsy hug, behind a bus stop board, as if we were doing something indecent, and feeling excited that the people waiting could see us.

2 commentaires:

  1. yew get continuous dreams ?

    mine are weird.
    like once, ii took one step in an amusement park and the other on a crossroad :/

    :)

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  2. what do you mean by "continuous dreams"?, my dreams aren't spectacular usually, they are true, simple and raw, and that's how i like it.

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