The fragrance of jasmine filled the sultry air.
The long
walks. Bright sparks in an otherwise tepid flow.
No physical contact. Nevertheless,
a deep romantic immersion.
Time as if frozen in the infinite abyss of the universe.
Every second reaching out the next with a singular purpose.
To express affection.
To love. To impress.
The first touch. An emotional and physical explosion.
Hands perpetually
craving for contact, for that warm touch. When together, an eruption of joy. The
walks now much more intimate. In the warmth of the clasped hands. The air much
cooler. Life a tad sweeter than before.
The affectionate hug. Initially to bid adieu. Till the next
immediate sunrise.
Each second thereon an impatient wait for another romantic embrace.
Every instance an instance longer.
An unparalleled sense of warmth and
affection. To live and die in those intimate moments.
And let the universe just
pass us by.
The ebbs and flows of life. An ocean of separation. Impatient
wait for the next fragrant letter. Warmth still emanating from the tapestry of
words. Strung together with long distance love. Intimacy however more expressed than felt. A fading horizon. Memories slowly seeping into
the sands of time.
A sunset gone by.
The innocent one cell at a time evolution
of a honeycomb romance….
of a honeycomb romance….
