Alex Kaminski’s Blog

Sunset of Love  ::Part One::

Life is changing my thoughts, clouding what I though that right.  Sitting in the cold breeze I loved out over the thousands of fields that wove back and forth.  The warmth surrounded me, as another body lay on top, her chest raising up and down. Her sleek hair weaving lines as my eyes followed down her neck.  Smiling, her eyes bright, shining in the slow sunset. Colors shimering off of her, my eyes lowered, smiling back looking into her eyes. We both looked at the ending of the sunset, the cool creepying into the darkness.  I looked back at her, up and down her beautiful body, the perfection, the simpleness of beautiful genius.  She looked at me, looking at eachothe getting closer every moment, our lips connecting, loving flowing through our veins, sharing with each-other. The sum fading, then a light, bright green flashed out, yet neither of us experienced this moment for love is more powerful than even the most beautiful scenes our minds could ever imagine.

Our lips parting, looking into her eyes, I could see the truth, love was there, true that was between us. The moon crept out of the darkness, its beauty beyond the imaginable, yet it wasn’t the moon that captured my attention, it was her, our last free night where our lives can be entangled within eachothers. Her arm spreading across my back, other against my chest she held close, head resting on my shoulder. Her warmth, her feelings, all amazing in my eyes. I lowered my head to hers, pressing cheek against her own.  The life that flowed through her veins I could feel. I reached for her hand, I lifted my head gently away from her’s, slowly she raised her own. Our eyes connected, even without the light if the sun her eyes were ablaze with a passion that could never be lies. 

“I won’t let this bs the end.”

Our lips connecting once again, the stars shining bright.  Then stars began falling darting the skies, filling the skies once again with light, yet the eyes that were closed with lips connected never noticed as our last will be first as love truly ignites in our lives. 

Love compares to nothing in this world as it is its own category that dominates itself over all things living and with soul.  My life is np longer mine, it is ours, shared our bond truly is between us. Our loves have become one as the morning air rollsover the fields to where I stand. Her body limp out of true love tyt we have shared with, her face as if it were formed by gods. Her hair ruffles in the air and this is the end, can it truly be?  An end that is for everything that ever was between us, though she does not know, I love her to the end of ims because time alone cannot stop the power of love. 

“Is this it, the end?

Her arm folding over my neck, holding me. Her breathe in rhyme of mine, I could feel her heart it was like mine, beating as one. The sun began to rise over the fields, though the warmth couldn’t compare to ours as two simple bodies so full of emotions as us could on to eachother till time itself runs dry.  

I remember every part that she and I had ever spent with her, yet since that day that we parted it was over. Since then my life has been nothing more than pure destruction of myself, I was taring myself apart, my mind could not understand itself. My love was no longer true life, rather my dismay. Her image lingered in my mind everyday since the day that we parted.  Why couldn’t I tell the world that I was in love rather than hiding forever that love will never be forgotten.  

“Sir here’s your paper.”

I opened the paper, the normal terrifing news that everyone was truly tired of, wars, murders a never ending age of destruction, the paper was though, the ink clinging to my fingers as I read. Then the article, a beautiful blonde woman, her blue eyes focused. It was her.  This moment my heart yerned with a passion that had reawoken. My heart encompassing what was and what could be, millions of ideas floating through my mind wanting to know that my life could be complete.