Those Moments
That moment. Those wonderful moments. Those esoteric moments meant only for you and your lover. Just you and your other.
No one else exists though many are around. They’re frozen in place, like statues.
They’re still, no movement, no sounds. Just stuck in their very last moment of what they were doing. They can’t see you or your lover.
They stare blankly into space. Frozen in time.
Cars stopped in motion as they were beginning to park. Look up and you see birds, hanging in the air frozen in a V formation. A girl, balanced on a bike on a sidewalk, but not moving. Just frozen in time.
Lovers grasping each other, her eyes rolled back in her head, his gaze set on her breasts frozen with a curved delight, a hard cock stands erect, no movement. Just frozen in time.
A clerk handing money back to a customer, palm floating and still in the air, coins resting in place….frozen in time.
All the while, you and your lover run and laugh. You make love. You dance. You sit quietly together and read to one another. You sip tea together.
Her smile, her eyes, her scent, her secrets. His hardness, his hair, his steadiness…all tangled together in an elixir of magic. Anywhere and everywhere you both float above and around all of them. Their frozen bodies surround you both; but neither of you see anyone else nor they you. You are one.
And with wonder, with awe, with complete delight… those moments, those hours, those days frozen in time, seem to last forever. Every second…every look….every tingling, etched inside your soul…your mind… your heart…forever. Never to be forgotten…
Until time starts again. And then, it chips away at all that was frozen.
Then the world reawakens. The engines of life hum again around you both…. noisy, distracting, diverting.
You two, no longer alone in your bubble of ecstatic delight, in love. You are awakened by the noise. You look around, startled and disappointed.
No longer alone and not together any longer. She is gone. He is lost in the mist. And you are here…
Why doesn’t it last? Those moments frozen in time, etched deeply inside your soul? Those singular, vibrating moments?
The bed is empty, the room sings a hollow silence.
Sometimes things are special because they don’t last.
Inspired and adapted from Tales from the Loop, Ep. 3