A piece I had written earlier for Prathibimb in 2010.
A celebration of love for another, the
heart-warming desire for another body and the discovery of the ‘I’ through the
‘you’. Sometimes love, in its ever-intriguing physical and bodily form, is the
most palpable and understandable of feelings.
I looked into your eye. I am. Just the way I am.
Your eyes looking at me. You are. You are the most beautiful being I’ve seen. I
see your eye sty, your blackheads, your acne, your dimple, your stubble, your
ear, your eyebrows, your marks, your hair, your skin, your contours, your body.
Your glance. You looking back at me, reminding me that I am.
As I look at you, I realize my own opacity. Who am
I? Who am I but in relation to you? I am me for you. As I am with you, I am not
the same person I was, before I was with you. I am a mystery to myself as much
as you are a mystery to me. The more I want to know you and lift your veil of
mystery, the more I am aware of our distance.
Who is this life behind this body? The person
behind this skin. I look at you with wonder. I experience the beauty of your
body. Where are you? Where in your body are you? My arms are wrapped around
your body as we sit on the couch. I feel the warmth and the touch of your body
against mine. Our touch reminds me that I am on you and you are under me. Yet,
where are you? Who are you?
This moment of being with you inebriates me. I feel
charged by the grandeur of your body. You overwhelm me and I am blinded by you.
I long to be within you and lost in you, so that we are not you and I, but we,
where both, you and I, are not two entities, but one. Yet I know that it cannot
be, because you are and I am. We are separated by the exterior of our skins,
whose impermeability refuses to climax into the fusion of ourselves. We will be
distinct, no matter how much we desire to lose ourselves with each other. We
are in this moment, where time converges on the now. If only we could be this
way, eternity would be a moment. Together we would be lost in the comfort and
bliss of each other.
And yet, as we are together, I sense that I am all
alone. As I look into your eye, I see you are not here. The feel of your touch
seems distant. Probably, you do not feel the same way as I do. Probably, you
are in a moment and time so far away from now. And yet, for me, this moment is
beautiful. I am thankful that my life was a prelude to this moment, where we
are, just this way. You and I.
Andy, this brings back a flood of memories, which for me are treasures.....this is a masterpiece...lots of love. Josh
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Josh.
ReplyDeleteThat was fucking amazing man. Beautiful. I would love to read more of what you wrote, for now, I will finish this blog of yours.
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