Sometimes, the body feels what the mind sees, in a place where thought and sight and touch become one.
Our bodies, spooned and warm in the night. Skin to skin, my arms wrapped around her, our hearts slow. And then, I feel another. Your breasts, warm and soft, pressed into my back. Your hips pressed against my bottom, and your long leg draped over us all. I see your hair cascading across the pillow, braids undone, catching the dim light that shines through the window. I see all this from above, though I feel it from the middle, in the center of it all. Our hearts quicken, and then join together in rhythm, and slow once again. We sleep.
Another night. Or is it morning? The light is brighter than before. I can see it through my eyelids when I let them drift closed. I don’t need to look this time. I see with my mind as her mouth engulfs me. Tongue and lips, so warm, so wet. So soft. Then, the sweet tightness of her throat, swallowing me. Her deep brown eyes, floating above all, watching my face. I see those brows lift, and I see the color shift, and now I can see your eyes, wide and smiling, and suddenly I feel your mouth. Different and the same. We’re all so different, and so much the same.
Sometimes, the body feels what the mind sees, in a place where thought and sight and touch become one. Where we all become one. A place where our sins become us, and our goodness becomes us, and everything is all the same.
It’s a place where God is watching us, and we see everything
We don’t always need eyes to see. The mind sees what the body feelsAnna Apollonia