they make the base of this unexpected scene
background noise fades away like a hazy soundtrack as we sit down.
Concurrently the mumbling of the cheerfull crowd
softens the dark and sharp corners of the room
and melts the remains of the tension away
like warmth softly melts the forgotten butter.
How strangely pleasant it is to watch
the dim shade on the cheeks of this new acquintance
which the light carefully creates on his fair skin.
And at the same time so odd and also familiar
to study that friendly face with an ease
and utter curiosity to understand and to see more.
Somewhere out in the dim of a late evening and far out there
The fragments of the real world are pusking us from this frail moment,
but at this table
we are in no rush to move or leave within this hour.
Arms leaning against the table
in the pulse of the exchanging of new and familiar thoughts,
where the questions at the essence of humanity
are answered by new life hungry questions.
The soft background mumble in the room
and the light on this stranger’s face
sets in with his calm and steady voice.
A great confusion sinks into my atoms and quivers my skin
as suddenly my spirit begins to ponder
what this mere stranger is reciting about life and living
as he unexpectedly enters the circle of my very core.
Someone once discovered Achilles weak heel
but this stranger found my often carefully hidden gaze
a gaze in which to sink in or visit again one day.
I'm here and at the same time I'm out there somewhere
behind the dark brown eyes of the stranger.
I suppose the intense feeling of bursting out one’s chest
feels at the same time like soft daggers
and honey-dipped fingers on the lips.
It is a gentle deep sigh directed towards the ceiling
and a bouncing restless charge in one’s soul
that seeks its counterpart and a skin to land in.
I don't dare to lean in too deep this time
so I won’t fall through the table
I only admire from a distance what I see and hear
and let my innermost secretly rejoice
of this shared and frail moment.
I surrender to the feeling of shiver on my skin
and the softness of the stories shared together,
in the moment where one has met another of its’ kind
to breathe the shared space in between
and to long for a careful touch.
Perhaps he is but a passer-by
capturing this gaze of a shared connection
someone whose world's fragments might be already moving on to other paths unknown.
But however it shall be at the end of the day
the feeling of sheer luck and gratitude fills my veins
and warms my bones like midday sun.
Because my soul has been touched without a touch
my whole body has been brushed over by the mere look of those kind dark eyes
and made to quiver by the longing of his kind.
