The surprise of calm (poetic prose)

You surprise me with calm. Unhurriedly, with no frenzies. With no disorderly mysteries, with no intricacies, with none of those sparkles that blind more than they attract, with none of those sudden bursts of flame that consume themselves and go out as suddenly.

You surprise with the calm perceptibility of well-known things. Of the caresses that go to sleep on the warmth of skin, but upon it awaken a soft, even warmer receptiveness. Of the scents that colours exhale. Of the colours that the palate discerns, ripe or not quite yet. Of the singularity of each kiss in the recurring mergence of mouths.

You surprise me with the calm of intimacies in self-revelation. Like doorframes disappearing upon walls that dissolve. Like veils of air that the breath lifts.

You surprise me with the calm of a corner of morning. A rounded corner, like a semi-open cocoon. A corner where one would calmly sit, face to face with the profusion of possible hues in wings to unfurl, back to back with the lenient clarity of those filaments that previous stages of a natural metamorphosis have interwoven.

You surprise me with the calm of one who enters days gently, and awakens dreams with tenderness. The same tenderness, intrinsic, of one who embraces, one by one, the supple sounds that answer the call of silence, with the serene elation of all which is and feels welcome – a trill, a giggle, a murmur of water, the languid crack of a tree that the sap, balmy, begins to dilate, the soft thud of a fruit on the grass.

You surprise me with the calm of one who loves like only you love. That love with its source in the primal depths of you, and gaining, as you share yourself, the momentum of a wave. A wave that engulfs me, then crests my salt in your foam… and then consummates itself when it expands us, as one. With the surprising calm of wholeness.

© 2007 Alexandra* ~ OneLight*®