Sunday, August 2, 2015

The water cycle

She could feel the heavy blocks of ice melting under her skin,
They would climb out of her body to fly away like clouds that the wind would send towards his window.
She blew a petal out of her hand.
It turned into a kite.
The rain began at midnight.
The drops were heavy and each of them fell on the leaves of a creeper that was searching for its way through a tiny crack in the wall.
A green leaf found itself growing on a dry branch of a tree.
She kept her head on his knees.
It felt soft.
Her hands morphed into a creeper climbing up his body to fill up the crack in his chest.
She touched ice and it began to melt.
Drops fell down her hands and as each of them hit the ground she could feel leaves and branches growing out of her body.
His head was resting in her shadow.

The two butterflies found their way out of the white metro car.
I think I saw them sitting on a leaf as I drank tea on a cold morning after the rain.