creature

you know i never looked at you as just a human, it seemed too limiting, i always looked at you as more, a human, a bird, a fish, a winged beast, an animal, more importantly a creature. at times when we lay together i could feel myself as an animal, feel both of us were animals, wild boars lost in the greenery basking in the centre of a grove as the moonlight bathed upon our naked bodies. only i guess it was more often the evening daylight. you were too beautiful to be just human, the clothes were just a macabre to blend in. you could've been a unicorn i guess, if they ever existed, or who knows, they may have been invented just to match a feeble description that pails infront of you. but those legs belonged to a creature of land and sea and air.

when i looked at  you walk, sometimes you felt like "a painting that walks". human was too limiting a word. it was too graceful, it had to be a canvas, it had to be that a painting had come to life; a painting not limited by the strokes of men, not even by my imagination. a painting had come to life. as you stayed still, i could see a sculpture, a beautiful sculpture that never moved, that wasn't saying too much now, just had a funny smile etched on its face. this smile had jest, hunger, faith, naughtiness, it was menacing and calm at the same time. it had the momentariliness and was everlasting at the same time. it was there and elsewhere at the same time. it was a sculpture at that moment, it didn't say too much, but it had so much to be said until the veil broke.

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you have to look at the girl everytime like its the last time cos you never know when it is gonna be the last time, and there's gonna be a last time, and when its the last time youre gonna hate yourself for ever for not looking at her the last time like it was the last time