Serendipity

"Things always happen
the most beautiful are inadvertently
so that today what 
joy is your name and your skin..."

I touch your mouth, with one finger I touch the edge of your mouth,I draw it as it if it came out of my hand, as if your mouth was for the first time just barely open, and closing my eyes is enough to undo it and start over.Each time I create the mouth I desire, the mouth that my hand chooses and draws for you on your face,one mouth chosen from all, chosen by me with sovereign freedom to draw with my hand on your face, and for some random chance I seek not to understand, it perfectly matches your smiling mouth, beneath the one my hand draws for you.You look at me, you look at me closely, each time closer and then we play cyclops,we look at each other closer each time and our eyes grow, they grow closer, they overlap and the cyclops look at each other, breathing confusion, their mouths find each other and fight warmly, biting with their lips, resting their tongues lightly on their teeth, playing in their caverns where the heavy air comes and goes with the scent of an old perfume and silence. Then my hands want to hide in your hair, slowly stroke the depth of your hair while we kiss with mouths full of flowers or fish, of living movements, of dark fragrance. And if we bite each other, the pain is sweet, and if we drown in a short and terrible surge of breath, that instant death is beauty. And there is a single saliva and a single flavor of ripe fruit, and I can feel you shiver against me like a moon on the water. 

Chapter 7, "Rayuela", Julio Cortázar.

 ( My favorite chapter, one of my favorite books and writers...)