Thinking of Him

“Sitting next to you, you talked, you played with love … You, lying on the beach, full of heat and sunshine, thinking about him, just thinking about him … And without even noticing … you threw away an illusion. “

And she told me about him. That he was a strong and vigorous soul, free as the wind and that she lived love in the day and with the taste of the nights. She could not handle his desire for freedom and yet, loved him so and just like that, in her nakedness,  she wanted him to be by her side and imprison him between her breasts. I, naturally, was an extra, a spectator of her experience, and that is how she was kept in mi mind.