“Do you know how it feels?”
” To be possessed by lust?”
“No, to write a poem.”
“I never lose myself entirely like this, this cannot be good.”
“I barely find myself stable enough. I am always lost, yes, not to that extent. Kissing you is different. To suck the nectar from the life that was left with a little rush of blood.”
“You are crazy.”
I sat down and she kept standing. I wanted to feel the ground for the first time in my life, she was standing the same way, because she wanted to meet the sky. But I sat down, you see, I knew, that I was at the centre of my universe. Next, to a tree and a girl I love, who I just kissed losing all my senses. How weird it is at times when you cannot explain it all to the closest person there is, how amazing it feels. To be honest, it was really scary as well, to see her stand when the sun was finally setting and it was time for us to sleep. But she never sleeps. She just wants to fly and never to be bound by the arms of faith. That’s why I love her, but I want to hold her.
I love you like a poison loves to kill and at times I cannot help.
“Take a walk. Fly. We shall meet some other day when you like.”
“Yes, alone will be better for both of us.”
“It is an old forest. Please take care”