This is an excerpt from the first chapter of my book “Antipodes” … dedicating this prematurely to my valentine 
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In the midst of the night when it does get colder, I feel your presence – in being one and each other. I can feel you embrace the sun and the blue sky – your hair, the thick dark sinusoidal waves responding to your hops, skips and jumps. I can hear you whisper each and every line of Antipodes with your Tom Waits voice. In that moment, I can feel you hold my hands, clutch them tight as if you are hyper-aware of every sensation that has been tingling through my veins. I start to get whiffs of musk emanating from your skin and hair. Teasing … very teasing. The earth slowly slides beneath us … we can feel it. We sense little tingly drops of dews as we slide across our magic carpet of grass. You touch me and I shiver. You enjoy that and I give myself to you.
Antipodal Valentine. Source: http://www.lifelinkcounselling.com/
Why are the skies so blue and the trees so eerily green? Why are they glowing?
You tell me tales of far away lands, of trades I never heard, of beautiful people and their lives. You teach me how they dance and what costumes they wear. You submerge me into their hopes and dreams and sometimes I chuckle at their vacuity.
Why are your eyes talking? Why can’t my lips move now?
This happens to me when I seek you. The nights seem always colder and never ending. And this is how I calm myself these days.
How far can you throw an object?
A frenzied object named Touch
As far as your hands can reach
As far as you run
How far can you throw an object?
A curious object named Sight
As far as light catches up to it
As far as light decides to reflect back ..
How far can you throw an object?
A sensual object named Smell
As far as you reach me
As far as I reach you
We are at Antipodes
But we can still be together
You on dark cold nights
And I on bright sunny days
Only …
As far as we seek each other
As far as we remember each other
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