To Look
"Why are you doing this?" I ask you.
"What? To lay on the grass?" You answer, as you look at the sky with those chestnut brown eyes so attentive to details.
"Well, that too."
"And, what else do I do?" I heard how you give your voice that slight tone of enjoyment when I say something that you find obvious.
"Don't make fun of me, woman." I complain, laying on the grass, with my hands behind my head and watching close the same sky as you, just in case I discover what caught your interest.
"I'm not making fun of you." You extend your hand to me, and rest it on my chest with the palm up, as if looking for contact. I like that you do it; it makes me feel like you miss me.
"So, what are you looking at so much?" I continue observing closely. "I only see clouds, some bird, and I've got a better sight than you."
"You don't see it because I look with different eyes." You smile, your gaze skywards.
I huff, annoyed. You always win with those spiritual comments of yours. You laugh louder.
"Stop it." I demand, with less intent I should. I guess having you back has gotten me soft.
"Look, look. That one." You point at a cloud with a finger with that same hand you rested on my chest. "The one that's like a ball with a couple of very little bumps, it looks like a tiny lion.
"Lion?" Sometimes you mention things I don't know.
"Yes, like a cat, but bigger." You explain. I look with intent.
"Hmmm... yes, it could look like a robust cat." I admit. Then I understand you are looking at figures in the sky.
"Yes, a robust cat." You accept.
My eyes skim through the sky then, my hand seeking yours to take it back to my chest, the palm up, exactly like you had rested it there before. For an instant you stop looking at the sky, but at me instead.
"There! That one looks like the Goshinboku!" I think I'm beginning to understand the way you look. You doubt.
"Well, of course, if the Goshinboku had a round trunk." You kid around.
"How could it be round? You aren't looking at it from the right angle." I start to indicate. "It has a little opening on the side, and what's left on the left is the branch that held me against the tree."
You make a sound as if pondering, your eyes observing.
"It could be. I'll take it as good enough." You say it as if you were letting me live.
"Good enough?" I complain.
"Look, look! That one is like a wolf." You point with enthusiasm, and I gaze up almost with indignation.
"A wolf? Why a wolf?!" I shout. I sit on the grass then, as if by changing position I could change what you were seeing.
"Do you prefer it to be a dog?" You ask, then I look at you. You are still laying face up on the grass, and you smile at me in that beautiful way I've discovered in you since you came back.
"Yes, a dog is better." I accept, a bit nervous.
"A beautiful dog, then." You consent and I breath in deep, as if the air were existing again and my chest swells and my love burns my lips.
I bent towards you, and I know I don't let you see the clouds anymore; I don't think it matters. I close the distance between my mouth and yours, and I graze your lips in that same way I've been doing the last few weeks since you came back: softly, but intently. We kiss, and I'm sure the dog in the sky has now a heart drawn upon its chest.
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Kisses
Anyara
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