Naked 2 June, 2014
Several years had passed by without our lips connecting or our bodies meeting.
And it happened. We met naked; in the same way birds recognize their nests, our fleshes converged. As in all previous encounters: our curves recognized each other, blended and shared what they hadn’t years before.
As if time hadn’t passed by, as if we had never left each other. That inexplicable chemistry that had always brought us together showed up, that same one that invited us to meet again and again. We desire each other, we get along, but most of all I think we find on each other our own lacks. Maybe we share the same sufferings?: cowardliness towards relationships, fear to public manifestations of love, fear of admitting you are in love, or actually falling in love. After all, they do say that people we interact with often, are nothing else than our own mirrors.
Who knows? What is really true is that there’s a perfect insatiable memory of how to meet the other, naked.