I feel like a boy moth flapping his wings around a lady butterfly.
I feel like a beggar who wins the lottery, like a tennis player who, having a match point, serves an ace, like a thirsty adventurer who discovers a oasis in the desert.
Like a little boy whose broken toy is glued together.
Like a tree cut down to become immortal, by being turned into a book.
Like an apple core thrown carelessly into a ditch, and that in time, grows into an apple tree.
Like a pair of joyful ducklings quacking on their way to a blue river.
Like a heart-shaped cloud.
Like waltzing butterflies in the moonlight.
Like a mean mosquito about to bite a sleeping girl’s shoulder.
I feel like blue eyes, like delicate ears, like straight noses, like peachy lips, like ivory teeth, like slender necks, like smooth wrists, like exceedingly round breasts, like funny bellybuttons, like indecently placed beauty spots…
Like a sharp needle that pricks a beautiful woman’s thumb.
Like hot sand on which bare feet walk.
Like a glorious ray of sunshine bathing a gorgeous girl’s bum at the beach.
Like red slippers in sprightly dancing feet.
Like ice-cream melting in a pretty mouth.
Like the dark sky when the stars turn on their lights.
Like red lipstick smeared on kiss-provoking lips.
Like the bedsheets a woman’s hand crumples at night, while enduring the sweet torments of love.
Like long inky locks of hair sprawled on a fluffy white pillow.
Like rumpled bedsheets that lovers leave behind them in the morning.
Like a wedding dress that a mother once wore, and that now her daughter wears.
Like a wedding ring that once put on, is never taken off.
Like a pregnant wife who’s told she will have triplets.
I feel like deaf Beethoven when he conducted the 9th Symphony on 7 May 1824.
And like Newton when he saw the apple fall.
And like Hemingway when he cut away adverbs and adjectives.
And like Oliver Colors when he paints, his tongue poking from the corner of his mouth.
Like a firework exploding in the sky, coloring the night.
Like a well-shaken champagne bottle about to burst.
I feel like a glass filled to the brim, that’s overflowing…
(This post complements How Do You Feel When You Are Heartbroken?)