Ballet du Grand Théâtre de Genève: Pontus Lidburg’s Giselle (x)
gushingjuniper
Melbourne
We are streaking across the sky. It’s all so quick I wish it would all just
Freeze.
I look around. We are trading 3 squeezes- i. love. you- and reassurance thousand of miles above the sea. Your pre-saved songs of drake and irish jigs are playing only for us to hear. This plane ride is the in between. The pause before we hit the ground running, trying to outpace time before it forces us apart. I look at you and smile, wondering how long I can make this hour last.
Freeze.
This is our scene. Our holy place. Hints of sweet hibicus and vanilla surround us, it is lathered white on our naked bodies. Smooth cold tiles beneath us. Your legs are interwoven with mine as we sit. With smiles on our faces, we are moments away from the warmth of gushing shower water. Soon, divination will visit us. grand visions will come to us. And we will carefully pick them out to lay on our path. I silently wonder if the gods are listening.
Freeze.
You are next to me. Under the sheets, we are like Christmas lights. Tangled. Electric. And Bright.
Your eyes, deep pools of golden honey speckled with emerald green, are locked on to mine. In a second, dreams, hopes and stories will be whispered between us lovers as you hold me through my ugly and my beauty. Izaac Green, i think quietly, I have never felt safer than I do during these beautiful moments with you.
Freeze.
We are at a bus stop in melbourne. i watch as you, luggage in one hand and my heart tightly gripped in the other, prepare for the distance between us. I am salvaging every second i can grab before you leave my sight. Trying to remember every detail, i am desperately clinging on to my memory of you. I am sad as I know in these quick moments, you will no longer be just a look away but rather we will be separated by vast oceans and terribly long plane rides.
I look at you and smile, wondering how long i can make these few moments last for hours.
Freeze.
Please?