… at the end of each day, I resist. And force them open. I remember that song from Aerosmith, part of the OST of “Armageddon” that I have always loved, “Don’t Wanna Miss a Thing”.
I know you’ll love this song too. I know we have the mushy forever, that Stephanie Meyer glorified, and Edward and Bella played out. I know we have no reason to repeat those quiet and soulful sweet nothings we always do. I know. You know too.
Yet we do, don’t we? When our eyes close at the end of the day, literally, we still do. And hold those moments a bit longer. Let it linger on our lashes, as they intertwine. I can see you, as you read this you tilting your head, and wondering at that picture. Like, lashes intertwining? Ours? The Physics of it. You’ll ask. I’ll show you, I tell you. When. When? You’ll prompt. Ahan. When. I’ll murmur.
How I love these conversations. Especially when you go on one of your you-only road trips. The ones that you say you want me along too. But I do understand how much you want to do that in your space, in your time, in your heart – which of course carries mine, while staying here with me! You’re going to smile that smile now, aren’t you? And discuss more Physics, with the next call? I love physics, especially our kind, the times we discuss the how of things, ultimately deciding, yes. Yes. Anything’s possible, so long as we two are in on it! I’m going to hit send now. 🙂 Without saying the obvious.
When my eyes open
… it is your message in the inbox I find, after groping for and putting on my glasses. I simply lie back and taste you in words; feel those lashes too. I’ll take your Magic over any Physics, any day love. Don’t you know it too? I’ll look up that song, and even though I don’t know it, I shall save it as your ringtone. Your forever is mine too. Duh. So who’s Stephanie Meyer? Someone who borrowed ours? And took all the money for it? I can hear you laugh, I can! I wish I could touch it too.
This space, this world, this me, dear one, is you too. Because you give it to me. And your world of your music and stories is just as much mine, when you tell them to me; when you sing them in those heartbeats of yours, and in the passion of your eyes. That is education enough for me, in case you wondered. I remember you quoting a line from some poem you loved; strange, or is it really?, that I remember only this much- Give to me the life I love and let the lave, or love?, go by me… then something to do with wealth and stuff, and finally, the Heaven above and the road below me. It stirs something within me, as I remember. Suddenly I want to simply sit with you, and listen to you reciting it to me. Explaining. Your hands thrown up, this way and that, as you emphasize your ideas. The way you poke me when you think I’m not paying attention. You know I’m there don’t you?
The only sound at that moment was quiet laughter, along with happy sighs. She calls him as day had begun for each. When suddenly she opened her ears too. A tap on her door. A familiar song. Not really!
Hi! he says. I’ve come to test the physics of the Theory of the Eyelashes. I’ve also brought you tea.
The Day dissolves into more magical Physics. 🙂
10 August, 2013