A Desire
I stood just before him. I looked at him. Standing, perfectly still, perfectly calm and neutral. For a second empty of all of what it could be. I breathed, slowly, naturally. I kept on starring at him. Being me, just me. With no other expectations or sercets haunting me, with no traumas or ambitions, with nothing else but me. Soon after I started feeling my desire. My desire to be with that human standing before me. I looked carefully his features, one by one. Slowly, and intensely. As if I wanted to remember every detail; a painter that digs deep into the surface to portrait what the naked regular eye is eluding. The roots were endless. I could go up and down in my eyes on the beautiful human body…