By Yudi Kravzov
Cool and rainless, the afternoon was in the perfect shade of blue for walking around town. So with the illusion that something erotic could happen, I began to put away my things and close the gallery. The idea oxygenates me, it balances my senses. It gets me so far into myself that I didn’t realize when the handsome guy came into the gallery, the one I met when that with the swarm of bees happened, the one who told me about Boca del Cielo, whose name I still didn’t know, he was back in El Vergel with his beautiful smile.
It’s not that I wanted to find his attributes, but he always seemed to be in harmony with himself and, precisely during the last weeks, I was firmly set with the idea that sex fertilizes life. So I started wanting to brighten up my nights, light up with passion and feel alive.
Hey what’s up? I immediately approached him. I surprised him with a hug that could let him feel my chest on his and so, I felt the magic of the first us. I could smell his body. I felt the excitement from him, I’m sure.
«How’s the gallery going?» Instead of words, looks. Glad for the reunion, both of us haughty; optimistic… I don’t even know how to say it… I was charmed by myself, I was charmed by him. It wasn’t a dream.
Either way, I began to let that voice that wasn’t mine fall silent and let a newfound calm wash over me. Together we began to weave… a nice memory? No… a glorious moment? No. It was one of those chapters that happen to you in life and that you want to freeze in time.
You know…between kisses and caresses, both of us already semi-naked, in the gallery, slowly and together. “For me, life is an exchange,” he said modestly as he traced with his index finger through the subtle path that my freckles mark from my face to my neck and… from my neck to my chest. Me, loose, in complete harmony, thinking little, feeling a lot.
“Yes, an exchange,” I said, already wet, to that handsome man that I hadn’t seen for weeks. «An exchange,» I murmured modestly, and between kites and notebooks, in the gallery room, we “exchanged” a lot…like I hadn’t exchanged in a long time. Toledo, the gallery, the San Miguel blue sky… everything, at that moment, ceased to exist.
I slept embraced by that female who lives within me with a woken soul.
Accompanied by clouds that look like pink cotton candy, I took a shower the next morning, in my outdoor shower, eager to start the day.
The handsome man was waiting for me naked on the bed.
Now I knew his name.
