We were in love. No, it was not love. Lust, then? Nah, that's not it. What was it then?
A man encased in blue. Glasses. Dark, fiery eyes. Luminous chocolate skin. Smouldering and burning under my gaze. The dark night spilling over his edges, creating a burning passion.A dreamlike avatar. A persona with brooding intensity. I loved to watch him, as his eyes bore deep down into my soul, and our realities merged with the sense of two parallel lines which suddenly swoop to merge at one point, before carrying on.
He was Shivam, and he wore his identity like a mantle of pure devotion, and his glasses slipped as he surveyed the shards of his broken pieces. A man seeking love. Body and soul apart. Blues split into twos and threes, a colourful conglomeration of what set his apart from the ruins of doomsday. He was cascading like a fall which keeps bouncing down the hillside, taking along everything in its wake. What subtle perfection there was in his moves. A man encased in blue.
The bitter drama of life fenced him in, and he became a figure of pontification, the screen where various realities collided to create an inescapable farce. Trapped in the middle. What gorgeous dream-like state of herculean bliss. WOW. A man encased in blue.
i was mesmerised by him. By his skin burning against mine. By his eyes looking deep down, creating a void in my sweetly spun dreams which were made out of cottoncandy bliss, but were now like shards of broken glass, which kept pricking me. I was 31 and naive. i was deeply in love with this man. When his lips touched mine, I swooned and fell, swooned and dripped with my armour fading away into the black nothingness of the night.
"You make me feel. And I don’t know why I hesitate. I don’t know why I shy away from explaining the way our first kiss of the night always feels like an electric shock. Maybe I’m worried it’ll sound too good, too cliché. Maybe I’m honestly just hesitant because I haven’t felt this way about someone in so long. Maybe it’s a combination of the wine and the way your smile makes the corners of my mouth turn up. But you make my soul buzz. And honestly, I don’t want this feeling to fade."
I don't articulate my thoughts, even when he leans in and petrifies my soul with his forbidden intensity and his searing presence. He wrappes me around him, like a second skin, his mouth biting down on every inch of my being.
I am born away by this tidal wave of intensity, I am no more an objective viewer of my own life, just someone who is born away on desire's lapping waves. i belong to the man encased in blue.