Tonight, I dreamt of you just holding my hands, looking into my eyes. Like you used to do before.
We never got the timing right and now I cannot hold your searching eyes any longer; not knowing what you expect to see in mine.
I never saw us as a couple, I still don’t; but every time you stand behind me, every time you gently touch my shoulders, every time you unconcernedly touch my neck, every time our eyes meet from across the room and we sarcastically joke about our feelings for each other; I wish some day the right time will come.
The right time to feel your lips on my skin like the sun on an autumn day kissing the cold green fields warm.
The right time to embrace you like the warmth of the fire cradles the pungent winter air in an old stone house.
The right time to feel you on my body like the nicotine of the first morning cigarette invades every cell of my body, fastening the heartbeat, dilating my pupils in an extasy of body and soul.
The right time to hold your hands in mine, look into your eyes and see that old smile on your face telling me that my life matters after all.
But like Orpheus and Eurydice we were not meant to be. We keep trying to hold onto something that is against faith. Attraction is pushing us into the underworld and even though your charm is going to persuade Hades to let me go, your doubt will stand in the way and we may never see each other again. Cast away in different realms, we will never know the pleasures we could have given each other.
Aromatic deception 