Steal

In the dream, we had to steal ourselves from each other. Our gaze held for a moment of eternity, my hand clutching his forearm in a beseeching gesture reflected in my dark eyes, and his struggle not to take me in his arms was just as evident in his expression. Such was our passion, strong yet barely contained. The train charged on relentlessly, oblivious to us and noisy, and the compartment in which we sat side by side was a little dark compared to the early morning sky that was visible outside the window he sat next to.

I looked at my right into his light brown eyes and noticed that his thick dark hair was falling messily around his face and in a way that made him look more handsome. “Please”, I said to him in a pleading whisper. His finely carved facial muscles seemed to work in response and his eyes pierced mine in a soul searching stare so intense it was dizzying. I knew he was caressing my face with his eyes, knew he was kissing me to my very deepest ends without touching me, and it was agonizing and beautiful at the same time. His control was just as strong as his desire, and just as enticing.

But even our passion couldn’t deter the train from its destination, and the brisk movements of other passengers throughout the train, whatever their earnest quests may be, made us seem like a tiny dot on the map of existence. So I broke the stare that seared me and looked ahead and concentrated on getting ahead, along with the train that couldn’t give in, like me, and wouldn’t stop.