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7/30/2019 Threstae Duiorema
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She touched me as if she was slipping away. Ebbing out like a tide with a lifetime
and then some more before it returns to me, if ever it was supposed to. The light
of that August afternoon was the purest light I’ve ever seen. It washed in
through the bedroom windows of her terraced house in Tottenham better than
the light on any other afternoon I have ever known. It seemed to cleanse the
tawdry paintwork and reinvigorate and at once the room became a lush greenfield in summers’ salad times, fresher than the dew and embracing like a placid
Mediterranean sea. She smiled and I could not equate what I felt anymore, my
body bubbled within my tightened electrified skin, this beautiful time, watching
the sea, unstoppable and so beautiful.
Singing Nina Simone we lay back on the bed and watched the clouds through the
ceiling and roof. The sky must have been and was definitely so blue. As easily as
that, we were looking right into the reaches of space, both following the same
trajectory to our home a million miles away. Her smile was broad and with
sparkling mischievous and maternal eyes. Like a joyous visage of all the facialexpressions which I had taken to mean I was not in any danger, all beaming
through one face, simultaneously telling my fears to quell and feel at ease. There
is nothing like that. No drugs or joy could ever recreate the time sat by that sea,
nothing can overwrite the emotional network which fused into absolute in those
moments, the culmination of growing and forming, crystallising and reflecting
into every corner of me, lighting me up so I would forever be able to see.
“Would you like some food, Jackson? Or should I call you Ulysses? Haha!” opined
Queenie. Her breath hushed through her voice like a shoreline soundtrack had
been synced in to her every word, every utterance, every noise a natural and
beautiful phenomena. “You are so right, that is a lovely idea, thank you, I’d loveone if it’s not too much trouble.” Jackson paused for breath, his brusque efforts
were amateurish and uncultured and the sound of his voice sat uncomfortably
against the cherishment he was still feeling within the warm afterglow fusing
into his being. Her cadence had soothed him like calamine. Smooth and soft had
touched his earlobes like a cool summers breeze. He was burning with thoughts
of how this moment could be true, soothed like camomile afternoons, he sipped
on her verse savouring every last drop and slurp, and it’s fair to say Jackson wasin love.