the island that's ours

Far away from everywhere, right in the middle of nowhere, is this place that ours now. Yes, it’s ours, the blue waters all around, the coarse sand, the majestic trees. There is no one around. But do I care, I think not, because it’s you and me, and that’s all that matters. Days are long and silent are nights, but our heart never feels any fright, because never something has ever felt so right.

It’s been two months now, I still remember the night. I remember the storm and how it destroyed everything. Our ship was gone and lot of people died. I remember me holding your hand and thinking if this is the end, maybe it’s not the worse way to go. But of course that was not the end that was the beginning of something that we could not have hoped for in even the wildest of our dreams.

It’s just one of those times at our island; the night is giving way for the light to flirt with the world. I’m still asleep, but I can feel you at my side. Then I woke up and kiss you on the lips, not a smooch, just a gentle bruise of my lips against yours and without seeing it I feel your smile. Yes, it’s going to be another great day.

There is not much to do around. There is no going to work; there is no paying the rent. Nobody is there to tell you that you are wasting your life. There are no complications in life. There is no wait for someone to come rescue us, in fact if ever there was something so simple this is it. I never want to back. This is my life.

But everything becomes much more beautiful as night slowly comes to visit us, efficiently removing every trace of light. The blue water of the sea is inky black. Even the constant rush of waves has somewhat reduced. There are a million stars on the clear sky, but none of this matches the beauty that I have on my side. In the stillness of night, I can hear your heartbeats. I take your face in my hands and pull you near. I kiss you softly on your neck. I can feel your whole body shuddering. Then there is a brief eye contact and a millions words are exchanged. No writer could ever express my desire of her; no words could ever express the emotion in your eyes. My lips find yours again and this time there is no stopping the tide. We are not us anymore, consumed by the fire of passion, we’re like two hungry wolves, each one wants more than the other. The very purpose of our existence has been fulfilled, each movement of mine is complemented by yours, if there is anything more fulfilling, more satisfying than this then maybe the god hasn’t told us about it. And just like the storm that tore our ship apart, this storm also engulfs us in such a way that there is no me left in me, there is no you left in you, we are one forever. As the storm gradually dies, I look at you again. You smile and THAT is the beginning and end of everything.



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