staying.cool

the touch

January 6, 2006

It lay there, glistening with seemingly hidden glory. Even as he focused on its curved surface, the light came out from behind the clouds. The first rays of the sun seemed to hit it… ‘…and then there was light.‘

He squinted at the sudden flash and could just decipher the curved surface on which it lay. A slight movement, and the drop of light started to move. Ever so slowly, barely decipherable.. but the movement was there.

He followed what little movement was there, as it rolled down the smooth skin. At a point, it paused, apparently confused as to which path it should take. There were no paths, no markings for it anyway. She was blemishless. Her skin, her appearance as always beautiful, perfect. Skin that he had been trying to ignore, with little success. Trying to ignore what stood in front of him. Her skin. Her body.
Her.

He reached out, and was acutely aware he could see his hand reaching out. It seemed to be happening so slowly. Like the movement of the droplet. A little more, and his fingers were inches from the sparkle; when suddenly it seemed to disappear.

It had flowed away from the light.

He could barely see it now as it seemed to accelerate in a path only it “knew”, a chameleon the colour of her beauty. His hand, though, seemed to be moving at the same pace. All too soon, the feeling he would lose it came to him.. and he pushed forward; breaking out of the trance.

His finger touched her: all at once electric, soft, a graze of the skin he didn’t want to see.

She turned.