Abigail Bosphorus Blue
30th October’09
4 am in the morning
I opened the window. A crisp, clean, cleanest north wind was blowing. I took deep breaths.
An hour later rain came… in slim lines
I went out…to the terrace in a nightie only. The rain washed my naked arms and legs as I stood there listening to the rain. Enlivening was the sound of rain. And brightening the leaves of mulberry tree and the oleander.
I thought of my little nephew…my grandmother and my uncle: people who bring smiles inside me and to my face. I thought of Bodhi-that sweet kitty, the joy-bringer. Yesterday was his birthday.
A clear, limpid joy ~like the morning’s rain~ filled me.
I stood there on the terrace: with the sound of the rain, with the rain on my body, with the rain-illuminated leaves of the dark garden.
My love woke up…came to the terrace and embraced me as burying his face in my hair.
“You’re happy,” he said. He feels me as this… I smiled. “I love your smile,” he said. He wasn’t seeing my face yet he saw the smile… on my face, inside me.
There we stood…tightly hugged, in the sound of the rain, next to the rain-illuminated leaves, with smiles inside us, on our faces.
(If there is no smile inside one, there can’t be any on his face. Who told me this?)
We stood there in the sound of the rain, in the light of the rain wandering on dark leaves, in freshness of the morning and the rain as our bodies and souls naked, embraced as that beautiful, light north wind embracing us. There we stood knowing love was the only reality.
30th October’09
4 am in the morning
I opened the window. A crisp, clean, cleanest north wind was blowing. I took deep breaths.
An hour later rain came… in slim lines
I went out…to the terrace in a nightie only. The rain washed my naked arms and legs as I stood there listening to the rain. Enlivening was the sound of rain. And brightening the leaves of mulberry tree and the oleander.
I thought of my little nephew…my grandmother and my uncle: people who bring smiles inside me and to my face. I thought of Bodhi-that sweet kitty, the joy-bringer. Yesterday was his birthday.
A clear, limpid joy ~like the morning’s rain~ filled me.
I stood there on the terrace: with the sound of the rain, with the rain on my body, with the rain-illuminated leaves of the dark garden.
My love woke up…came to the terrace and embraced me as burying his face in my hair.
“You’re happy,” he said. He feels me as this… I smiled. “I love your smile,” he said. He wasn’t seeing my face yet he saw the smile… on my face, inside me.
There we stood…tightly hugged, in the sound of the rain, next to the rain-illuminated leaves, with smiles inside us, on our faces.
(If there is no smile inside one, there can’t be any on his face. Who told me this?)
We stood there in the sound of the rain, in the light of the rain wandering on dark leaves, in freshness of the morning and the rain as our bodies and souls naked, embraced as that beautiful, light north wind embracing us. There we stood knowing love was the only reality.