Saturday, February 4, 2017

Just a kiss

‘It's nothing, right?’, you said looking at me innocently. I opened my lips to say ‘Don’t’, but your tongue reached mine in less than a blink. And happened. It was in a cold February rainy day, I felt the heat of the sun of Summer on my eyelids though. I could hear crickets in the silence of the night. I could smell fresh cut grass. I could see endless blue horizons. I could taste the warm South wind. Finally, ants running over my flesh brought me back,  almost without breath. And I had to deal with your scrutinising eyes. I simply nodded, smiled a little, and your eyebrow arched. ‘You're right’, I mumbled, ‘It's just a kiss…’

by Eva Loureiro Vilarelhe