Even though this is my own experiences, I think that someone can relate. That someone understands what I am actually talking about.
That moment of total tranquility. The moment of when the hearts of these two insignificant people says; “Hi. Even though there’s a big mess involving us, and our feelings, I think that in this instant, we are only us. We are what two other people, no matter whom, are not, in this vague moment. We are unique.”
Having that person, inheriting that heart, holding you in their arms, is heaven. It’s the higher power. In that instant, we forgive and let go. I get that ridicolous smile, that I hide from your wondering eyes. It’s something personal, that I want you to feel, rather than see.
There’s peace inbetween us. Our bodies. Feeling the sense of life of another, so intertwined, so close to everything you try to protect; Your body, your honour, and foremost your heart and feelings.
But you give it all away. It belongs tonight to this special one. All that matters are him or her. Steady arms against your skin, hands grabbing for eachother thigtly, making a silent promise; “We matter now. Even though we might not see eachother again. In this moment we matter” The quick kisses of tiny promises, the ones that make the body stir, and twist. The silly rushes.
You hold me tighter.
I wait in the white bliss of genuine happiness. The quiet music, tunes of dreams that awaits starts dropping from the ceiling, the walls, the sheets. From the highest mountain, to the quiet depths of a woodland lake. From every corner of the world, these tunes cover us. Makes traces in time. Then all at once, we fell asleep. Or at least you did. I still wear that ridicolous smile, remember?
For me, love has a physical place, that one can visit.