[Chrysilla]: 734.Shadows on the ground

Shadows on the ground

I take her in my arms and, eyes closed, I breathe in the honey perfume of her hair, the peach smell of her skin, and I dream. She keeps taking more and more photos. She insisted for the late walk and, like every time, I couldn’t resist her.

I love her, I love her very much, with the force and despair of an orphelin puppy, I love her like my child, my sister, my friend, my lover. I love her smooth voice and the eyes of the colour of chestnuts, I love her curls of melted bronze and her body with the curves of peaches and the skin just as sweet, I love her smile of child that insists to believe in a pink world, I love her name of a spoiled girl, short but sweet, Ann…

I open my eyes and look at our shadows close together. She laughs: “looks like they’re in love!” Eh, Ann, if only you knew… But she doesn’t know anything, for her we’re just good friends that do everything together. Our cuddles are just friendly, the eager way that I accomplish her wishes, the same. If she wakes up at night and surprises me watching her, she thinks I cannot sleep and she tells me stories. If I want to hug her, she comes with pleasure and she lets herself be pampered like a kitten, waiting for me to play with her hair. I would tell her more, but I’m afraid of seeing her fly away, with the same birdlike smooth moves she has when she comes in my arms. Because Ann has been taught to be straight, she has been taught that loving another woman is wrong, dirty.

I cannot take my eyes away from our enlaced shadows. For a few moments, somehow, somewhere, we are together, in love, I kiss her warm, perfumed neck, I tell her I love her, I caress her sweet, soft skin. But not here, not now.

I put my head on her shoulder and whisper: “let’s go home now”.