Ethereal Ghost.
First time I saw her
was a cold rainy evening illuminated by a gray-blue sunset
the clouds were as close as an indoor ceiling
they looked both heavy and vaporous at once
almost falling in our heads.
The rain droplets were hitting my face
as dozens of mini daggers
like inexplicable warm crystals penetrating my skin layers
a little painfully, a little pleasurable.
I was walking down the streets aimlessly not hurried
kind of lost, kind of thirsty
looking around for a modern watering hole.
Then I saw her.
Her hazel eyes beaming like diamond lasers.
She didn’t mind me, she didn’t saw me
she kept walking without noticing me.
But she left me paralyzed,
like after bitten by a Black Mamba.
I wanted to see more of her but I could not follow her
my whole body was taken
abducted.
A few minutes later I regained control of my limbs
found a bar, sat next to the door, had a scotch.
What a vision of eternal nowness
most probably will never see her again.
But, is it that we summon destiny
or destiny plays tricks and games.
Most surely plays with us.
Days later, I saw her again
she was a friend of friends.
Distantly elegant when we were introduced
I tried not to freeze as the first time again.
I noticed on her face a smile of a fraction of a second
letting me know that she remembered me.
Oh, the female power of noticing everything around them.
I could not help but say: I have seen you before.
Really…? I don’t remember you…
Then I knew the game had started.
All I can say now is that the flight of fancy of being with her
was like making love to an angel
or to an ethereal ghost…
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