Every time I see him,
I just want to eat him up with my eyes.
I’m afraid of my
overwhelming emotion towards him in my inner core.
I’m afraid of seeing
him, dancing with him, feeling his breath on my hair. I hesitate to go to
milonga for a month just because that I can't resist him. I'm aware that
a wave of déjà vu will carry a dizzy swirl through my mind.
Still, we met again,
in a really crowded milonga.
I looked
at him. He returned me with a smile, the smile was cheeky , warm and
affectionate. This was a sign of distance, implying that we should be
distantly friendly in the milonga.
He tried to add
colours between us. I could feel that, but I didn’t
know what to do with the colour between us.
Colour
to me is too real. It doesn't allow too much of a dream. The more you throw
black into a colour, the more dreamy it gets. Black has depth. you can go into
it, and because it keeps on continuing to be dark, the mind kicks in, and a lot
of things that are going on in there become manifest. And you start seeing what
you're afraid of. You start seeing what you love, and it becomes like a dream.
We are
two fishes in the dark.
We shouldn’t
talk.
We
should just dance tango.
