It's summer somewhere in a Greek island. I can see the white houses with the blue doors. There is something quintessential serene about these houses. Ours is nested in a village high above the sea. The view is breathtaking and the sea is accessible within minutes. I can see the village spreading beneath my feet, the port with the small boats , the fishermen working on their nets and children jumping fearlessly into the waters. There is a flag waving somewhere in the distance and music coming from above . The smell of salty skin fills my lungs. We are surrounded by other similar houses and I can hear the people, locals and tourists passing by, chatting away about things that doesn't matter to me. We have the house to ourselves. I walk barefoot in the yard just outside our bedroom. I am tanned, I wear no makeup and little clothes. There is a table in front of me with the classic red paid tablecloth and a plastic plant on top. The cold breeze makes the tablecloth dance and sweeps the leaves from the floor. My skin is alive. I look at the vines above my head. I had some grapes earlier on and I reach for some more. You can feel the heat but the sea keeps bringing a cool breeze up the hill. The sun has fallen beneath the mountains and dusk has settled in. The music stopped and the people voices faded away one by one. I stay still as the village falls asleep. It's quite and there is no light around. I can only hear the sound of the waves as they crash on the port. The sky is clear and I can see the stars, practically touch them. The moon up above the sea illuminates everything. The table, the vines, the concrete floor, the curtains and the sheets are all seeped in a silver shade. His body lays naked. Everything in the room is white, the decoration minimal and the walls empty. He is asleep. There is a book by the nightstand. Our pile of stuff in one corner and our clothes scattered on the floor. That cold breeze storms the room and makes my body shiver. I curl up next to him. The windows are open and the moonlight is peering though showering us both. The wind makes the lace curtain dance. I can see our yard, the vines and the dark blue of the sea far away. I press myself closer to him. Our bodies become one. We kiss.
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Silver One
It's summer somewhere in a Greek island. I can see the white houses with the blue doors. There is something quintessential serene about these houses. Ours is nested in a village high above the sea. The view is breathtaking and the sea is accessible within minutes. I can see the village spreading beneath my feet, the port with the small boats , the fishermen working on their nets and children jumping fearlessly into the waters. There is a flag waving somewhere in the distance and music coming from above . The smell of salty skin fills my lungs. We are surrounded by other similar houses and I can hear the people, locals and tourists passing by, chatting away about things that doesn't matter to me. We have the house to ourselves. I walk barefoot in the yard just outside our bedroom. I am tanned, I wear no makeup and little clothes. There is a table in front of me with the classic red paid tablecloth and a plastic plant on top. The cold breeze makes the tablecloth dance and sweeps the leaves from the floor. My skin is alive. I look at the vines above my head. I had some grapes earlier on and I reach for some more. You can feel the heat but the sea keeps bringing a cool breeze up the hill. The sun has fallen beneath the mountains and dusk has settled in. The music stopped and the people voices faded away one by one. I stay still as the village falls asleep. It's quite and there is no light around. I can only hear the sound of the waves as they crash on the port. The sky is clear and I can see the stars, practically touch them. The moon up above the sea illuminates everything. The table, the vines, the concrete floor, the curtains and the sheets are all seeped in a silver shade. His body lays naked. Everything in the room is white, the decoration minimal and the walls empty. He is asleep. There is a book by the nightstand. Our pile of stuff in one corner and our clothes scattered on the floor. That cold breeze storms the room and makes my body shiver. I curl up next to him. The windows are open and the moonlight is peering though showering us both. The wind makes the lace curtain dance. I can see our yard, the vines and the dark blue of the sea far away. I press myself closer to him. Our bodies become one. We kiss.
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