In the dim light that enveloped me I saw his face emerge, and his hands outstretched looking for me.
My steps raised small clouds of dust that danced in the beams of light that penetrated through the dirty windows.
I let myself be lured as if in a dream, as if it were not me taking part in that encounter, but that I was seeing it on a television screen.
His arms were strong and squeezed me hard against his chest.
"I have wanted to hug you like this for so long,"
he said to me.
I couldn’t speak: a knot of emotion and fear gripped my throat suffocating every syllable in my mouth.
His hands wandered over my body exploring it, showing him by touch everything that the darkness, which surrounded us, concealed from view.
Then gliding gently down my neck with caressing fingers he stopped at the first button of the cardigan I was wearing.
I stiffened.
And he felt it.
"What's wrong, baby? What are you afraid of, you know that I love you? Don’t you know that? So let yourself go. I've never wanted anyone like I want you right now."
His gestures became insistent.
My hands still crossed on my chest did not loosen.
It was he who capitulated.
"And that's fine. I understand, you need time."
He kissed me for moments that seemed
incredibly long.
He whispered words to me that I had never heard, filling me with unknown sensations, kissing me, on my eyelids, my eyes closed.
***
Under the hot jet of the shower.
Not moving.
Thinking of him.
With eyes wide open, see everything that happened again, like in a movie.
Incredible.
I was still feeling my heart beating furiously, when I looked out of the basement to see if I could go upstairs without anyone seeing me.
Holding the handrail anchored to the wall and quickly climbing the stairs.
Still aware of the neon light of the supermarket that hurt my eyes accustomed to the dark.
And finding myself answering a customer with
forced ease who asked me where she could find the crispbread.
Seeing Pietro again from my desk a few minutes later, coming back into the office, winking at me as he asks me for the packing slips from the mineral water supplier.
The water runs over my nape and slides down my back. There is no soap that can wash away the thoughts that are crowding my mind.
Or maybe I don’t want to wash everything away.
This will be my secret.
Our secret.
The small joy of each day.
The red notebook is waiting in my bag, Filippo is sleeping in the armchair with the remote control in his hand, the television tuned to one of those insane programs that I detest from the bottom of my heart.
I write.
And I lose myself thinking about you.
sweetly relaxed,
ineffectual
like all the hours
that separate me from you.
And I stretch out, sleepily,
with your dream chasing me,
indelible is the belonging
that tears me apart.
And I hold you close with memories to comerelentlessly
to live you ten, a hundred, a thousand times.
Wherever your breath is.
9.
Discoveries
Secrets never uttered
words hidden
behind
candid attitudes
unsavory thoughts.
Long hours
chasing each other
elusive moments
of superficial contact
avid
of unspeakable thoughts.
Forbidden thoughts.
Dry mouth.
The scarlet notebook was meeting my pen more and more often.
Go away
go away from me
go away from my heart
heart beating with emotions
unspeakable memories
Go away
Go away
get far away from my hands
that can no longer reach you
touch you like warm water
like fragrant breeze
at dawn.
Go away from me.
Far away.
So that my eyes
can only glimpse you
indistinct
so that I can
