Linger in love

(5) Paxos

I found myself in a field of Crocus flavus in my travels. I felt as though the flower followed me from Turkey, itself. The bright yellow was a lovely reminder of home.

I laid on my back, holding a flower between my fingertips. The world moving really slowly around me. As I rolled on my side. A blade of grass waved at me. My eyes followed it with the breeze. I realised when my eyes blinked that the moon was out. I must have been staring at that blade of grass for hours. God, this tea was bloody strong. I felt like my body was floating and mind was merely following along for the ride.

At night in the Grecian isles, I found myself dreaming of the yellow fields. Sometimes I could feel the heat from someone lying next to me. Her fiery red curls blowing in front of her face. Then I would wake up disappointed that the dream had ended.

Before my visit to the yellow fields my dreams were darker, mostly I was trapped in a marriage with a woman who did not love me and I would feel myself being pulled further and further away from her. Clearly it was my mind or the exhaustion playing tricks on me. Miss Thompson had really done a number on me. Most night I would feel anger boiling over, other days my eyes would burn from tears that refused to flow.

I appreciated learning Falconry while in Turkey. One man I met gave me this tea, using worldly among travellers to relax and escape the thoughts that plague your mind. The tea did not taste particularly pleasant but I appreciated the feeling of freedom. Like the falcons spreading their wings wide to glide above the Uçansu Waterfall. It was my first experience at finding a hidden waterfall. I collected a small pebble from in the waters coast as a reminder of the beauty that is hidden in plain sight, if you just have the courage to find it.

"Colin"

"Oh Colin"

This time my dream led me to her lips. Rosy pink. Soft. She moaned my name between kisses. I could only see a blur of her face. My body heated up, capturing her mouth in my warm embrace. Her tongue exploring mind with a gentle linger. I could feel electricity around her like a slight humm of the breeze before lightening. But I wasn't afraid. Her skin was buttery soft, she smelled of sunshine and lemons. My arms tightly wrapped around hers, sliding down her back to her bottom.

She was beautifully curved. I could feel myself get hot and bothered. I laid her on her back gently before my hands intertwined with hers. Crushing the yellow petals on contact with the ground.

Why could I not make out her face.

"Colin" she moaned again. Her voice so soft but in need of release.

I started to focus on her nose in front of me, her soft skin becoming more in focus.

The light danced along her freckled creamy skin.

Her eyes were a bright blue. Similar shade to the sea beyond the field. Oh my god who was she. Who was this goddess. Was she an angel, someone I had met before or was it merely my mind telling me to move on.

Slowly clarity had suddenly kicked in. Her voice called my name as her back arched. Her face focused. I woke with a start. Sweat dripping down my body, hair sticking to my forehead.

The effects of the elixir were gone.

Shit. Pen.

Needless to say. I was a mess. Sweat dripped from my chest. I once again woke up outside. How I had not slept in my bed for two nights now.

Pen was my tormenter. I know I should not think of her skin or dammit her hips and the way the curve makes my skin tingle while I'm asleep.

She is my friend.

Although every night I dream of her. I want her, perhaps some part of me has always. But I cant let her know that secret, ever. What the hell would she think about me know.

My mind goes back to her lips, looking so lush and kissable. Have they always looked like that or is it my mind playing tricks on me. Surely, I would have noticed. Or have I. I am so confused. Perhaps, the effects still has not fully left my system.

I am nothing more than her friend. How dare I dirty Miss Featherington in my mind. Imagine the flick of her tongue and the fiery curly off her head.

No more. I told myself. No more.

She. Is. My. Friend.

Now I see why a friendship between a gentleman and a lady was a rarity. Even though you feel nothing between each other, the mind has a way of trying to convince you otherwise.

God.

Those lips.

I'm sure they do not look like that in reality, it is nothing. I am also certain her eyes are truly not that wonderful. That blue.

God damn my dream. It is nonsense.

She is my friend.

I will take my last day with a tour group to the famous olive trees. I have read about the orchards but nothing beats the sights of looking down from up on the steepest hills.

I will end my excursion with a small tour for amenities from Loggos. It is an untouched fishing village. I plan to stock up with fish, fruit and fresh bread before continuing my voyage.

The village has opened up its welcoming arms to me and I look forward to the day I get to return.

Tomorrow I am off to Naxos. I can't wait to see the arch for myself, touch the marble and feel the history through my fingertips.

The temple of Apollo in Portara, is only a path away from the mainland and can be seen for miles. I have been told Naxos has the most beautiful view of the sunsets in all of Greece.

So I plan to stay in Portara especially to see the wonders the night sky will bring. Hopefully the beautiful colours and the star shining above me will make the memory of Miss Marina Thompson, a distant one. After all, distance may help me to heal.