Talk and Tea

I’m passing a rotten night with a nightmare which makes me perspiring. I feel an emptiness surrounding me with a deep silence. Lying down in my bed, gazing at wall and just reminding my memories.
It was a whimsical room with red flaring lights. We were dancing in the dark, staring into your eyes with no words. I just wish it was an eternity.
You were in black but your skin was shimmering beyond the blackness and I was shivering.
Lips were mesmerizing and luring me to touch their velvetiness but I was apprehensive because I knew this would be the last dance.
You twirled the champagne in ice, we cheered and had some. We were still sober. I wish I could have your hug forever. But it was the last cheering.
We danced throughout the night and somehow your weary eyes were telling me it’s time to say goodbye.
Last kiss, last hug and last words…All of them took my breath away.
And now here I am on the rebound and try to remind myself all the memories longingly.

It was a narrow road through the forest. You and I in the car with a 70’s music. We were looking for a place with no one to tell our secrets. Everything was propitious for being in love.
The place was found, a pond with a fall. Sunbeam was shining through the woods. Nobody was around, you and I with the 70’s music which was saying “Let us not talk”.
I just sat on a rock next to the pond…you were ready to be undressed for swimming and walking toward me…I was watching the curves of your body and puffing a cigarette.
You were next to me, I could see your wavy face beyond the smoke and you could easily see my ambition. You turned down my eagerness and all of a sudden disappeared…
You were swimming in the pond radiantly… watching the wetness of your skin… Everything was silent but the 70’s music and fall. I joined you, we were immersed in the water, hand in hand, gazing, no word.
It was a breezy dusk, I took you out of the pond while you were shaking, rubbed you with the towel. It was terrific to touch you with my shaky hands.
Lastly, we were lying down on the ground and still listening to the 70’s music and watching the stars which were twinkling.
I was full of love and knew I became more reliant on you but you’d never told me “love you” and I was greedy for hearing that.
So what will happen if you don’t love me? This idea is easy to ridicule yet possible to be true.
We couldn’t hear 70’s music anymore but an owl was screaming somewhere far away…