el caos dentro..... il caos dentro

A Night,
A single night-

[caused the sleeping chaos to stir... then, this single night went to a place where I have not allowed myself to go... the place that lives within all of us- where pure passion dwells.   This is the place that most of us keep tightly locked away because to be exposed means, to disrobe that child-like vulnerability... I allowed this]

An awakening happened...

Closing my eyes-
I remember-

I remember the beautiful black dress I wore... and the way the lace caressed my skin-
I remember you staring at me in that black dress-

I remember moving to the rhythms "just being" with the music-

I remember feeling my smile through my entire body-

I remember the sky opening and and setting the stage for that night-

The lightening and thunder uncontrollably moved through the blackness of the night. It was as if the weather   was playing an old gypsy woman, a fortune teller... reading our desires on  the palms of our hands-

I remember those images that flash behind my eyelids... creating chain reaction(s)

I remember the physical... leaving me so impassioned that my entire being was pushed into a state of wanting [endless]

I remember... a wanting of his hair, tracing a line for his lips to follow... his arms to envelope my body, creating one organic shape after another [no beginning, no end]... for his fingers to run up the back of my neck-entangling, interlacing, intertwining into my golden locks... pushing his fingertips into my skin brought forth sensations that can only be answered by soft sounds of acquiescence...

I remember feeling the heavy, thick air create a layer of sensual residue over our heated bodies... my tongue traces an outline of the little hidden spot between his neck and collar bone... when I tasted him,  I could taste his yearning- his thirst, to possess me-

I remember relinquishing to the present moment as we drifted, we like a dream [il sogno] fulfilling one sense to another until all but one remained... The last- a conquest- had to wait... we could not become greedy and devour that last of the senses... 

I remember the windows to the soul came flying open.. unrestricted, uninhibited [everything]... The golden honey hazel of my eyes enmeshed with his dark [unrelenting] brown eyes... our gaze became so tightly locked, it was as if the key had been lost for an eternity.

I remember there was a moment where we both witnessed something that just begged to be left unspoken... something that had to be left unto itself- to 'just be'.

I remember the intensity of his eyes-

I remember wanting him more... more then I had I ever wanted anyone else-

I remember feeling... my entire being. Every. Last. Inch. 

I remember coming undone... the key to the impenetrable lock had been found [only seconds before one would have sworn you were attempting to remove the sword from the stone...] Behind the unlocked stare- I saw a fire [en fuego]... This fire lit the darkness of his eyes.  That darkness held many secrets and the flame within exposed his soul.  Within the shadows I saw the vulnerability that I know I was not suppose to see...

I remember the disheveled sunrise peaking through the eastern facing window.  The trees- silhouetted- like the black line drawing hanging on my wall against the tri-colored sky.

I remember him telling a story of a foreign country, a place that invoked happy memories... Memories of feeling life at it's most amazing... that place where a person can feel alive and fulfilled with pure passion-

I remember...

I remember recognizing that this moment would aline with the other few moments in my life where I will be forever changed... I stand now before my life path staring down the fork in the road... I made the choice....

I made the choice knowing there would be consequences.