Tuesday, 28 September 2010

London Diary 31

She gripped my head as we kissed. Eyes closed, tongues shared, emotions combined. The sight of each other after a while, maybe a while too long. Was it love or lust that forced our mouth together, I gripped her tight, bit her and clamped down.

Then release. Eyes open. Smiles. Giggles, another peck, a nibble here, a caress there. For that moment, that one brief moment, the rest of the world meant nothing. It was just us two.

Reality filters in, as we walked hand in hand. Maybe it was the sound of a car horn, the smell from the local fast food house, or the inane chatter of someone on their mobile. But that one brief kiss, that moment of raw passion is replaced by something less sanguine. We kiss again, but it is not the same. She still giggles, I still smile, but that magic spark in that one reunited kiss of two loves vanishes, not immediately, but slowly, it slips away, on the gust of the wind, little bits pass, and so by the end of the night, we are walking hand in hand, still amorous but more aware of our surroundings. No longer are we floating on air, two individuals locked tight, but just a couple of souls, wandering the streets of the city, lost in our lives...

2 comments:

magiceye said...

fantastic!!

Asad said...

Can never fault Carlos for not saying it like it is...