Sunday, 1 May 2011


I recall that night when we were both lying in bed. There were butterflies in my stomach and her presence just a few inches from mine made me feel dizzy with desire. She seemed tired that night. So she went off to sleep and so did I. But somehow I got up at midnight and looked at my love’s face. I could realize then what beauty was all about. She was alive, she was beautiful, and she was alone. It seemed she was beyond my reach, as if an impenetrable glass wall had been raised between her body and mine. I wanted to break that wall and touch her velvety skin. But something deep within struck me as a warning: “Love is just a deadly mixture of reason and desire.”

She was sleeping peacefully like a doll; I looked into her closed eyelids and wanted to read what lay behind those enchanting eyes. I closed my eyes and concentrated on her face. Images of a different kind invaded my mind, but in a while everything got distilled by images of her beauty.

I imagined her sitting on a bench, looking down at her feet and wondering why she was there. Was it just me, or did the moon seem to quiver when she pushed back her hair from her eyes?

She was truly enchanting. Her every move seemed to be defined by a brilliant magician. One that had been coached by a goddess to show this girl how to seduce without guilt.

She lay down and fell asleep, and the whole world watched her arms fold across her chest.

She was alive, she was beautiful, and she was loved.

Suddenly I felt soft hands on my face. I opened my eyes and saw her looking at me. She asked me what I was doing staying up so late at night. She asked me whether I was staring at her again like the way I did always. I just smiled. I couldn’t say a word. I couldn’t tell her how beautiful she was!