🌹💜... she did something no one had ever dared to venture ...
look at him through the eyes.
Not as you want to grasp its color and shades,
but as someone who is hungry for knowledge.
She was looking for the demon,
what he carried inside,
she did not fear him she had seen him emerge for a few moments on certain occasions that had overwhelmed them.
She stared at him, crossed her cornea,
her pupil ...
she navigated through the vitreous body,
climbed up the optic nerve and saw ...
as she was mesmerized,
she saw that beyond was an ocean.
A stormy sea where the crests of the waves crashed together as in a fight,
soared like rampant and furious horses in the dark tones of emerald,
deep,
foamy.
She was an excellent swimmer,
and was innate,
since she was a child,
from the first contact with that icy water she was at ease,
as if mindful of something she had already experienced,
and attracted by so much spectacle she wanted to dive into that chaos,
immerse herself and get to the origin of that storm. You could almost feel the salt on the gums,
the tongue became parched.
Excited by the waves,
she knew they would envelop her,
jolt her,
swallow her
He was there to dive aware of the risks,
when,
a voice ...
robust,
with decisive and imperative intent,
pronounced a dry sentence:
"do not cross my eyes" ...,
He called her back to order ...
and suddenly she felt swallowed up, dragged ...
as if someone were pulling her back,
as if a tape were suddenly rewound;
she crossed her eyes again in a split second and suddenly she was back where she started.
She found herself again in front of his eyes, impassive ... still, and suddenly that look of her seemed to him to belong to those who fight a thousand battles, to those who are in perennial struggle.
She, incredulous as much as He had allowed her,
was fascinated by what she did not see and what the stormy ocean concealed in her depths.
They could not take her eyes off,
again,
for long moments.
The voice resumed after a silence that seemed to last a thousand years,
it was calm with safe but soft tones.
"Now stripped of your clothes,
alone you cannot navigate this ocean,
you would get lost,
and from my ocean there is no return.
Undress,
come with me;
I'll hold your hands all the time,
we'll ride those waves together and you'll see who they are,
who dwells deep in that ocean.
You will be part of it,
you will be queen.
My queen"
She didn't say a word,
she pulled down the shoulder strap of her gown,
then the other.
Her body,
pale as the moon,
made of a flesh that does not belong to what is human was there,
nor the absolute splendor of her.
He did the same,
took her hand and invited her to come aboard her,
in her arms;
He placed it on her white sheets and as promised he crossed his fingers with her,
they made love to her with an unspeakable transport,
at times like the waves that unfold on the white sands,
at others with storm, fury.
They were together in that battle,
and she saw.
She saw and she understood that she had already been in that ocean.
She remembered how she remembers her childhood.
He remembered that she knew that place,
perhaps in past ages,
perhaps in a life already lived,
she had returned to her place,
from where it all originated,
and everything was immediately clear.
He had found her,
she had finally reached the root of that perennial malaise,
that feeling of lack that she had always carried with her.
She now she was at peace,
In her kingdom,
with her King.
They were united again,
And they would never leave,
let nothing ever separate them.💜💖💗💕💓💘💞💝
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