Number One Fan

So, for those of you that don't know, my cousin Katie is quite the author. She wrote this for me a few months back, and I wanted to share it. And by the way, I am her number one fan!

Sensation: a mental process resulting from the immediate

external stimulation of a sense organ often as distinguished from a conscious

awareness of the sensory process; sensation as an illusion; sensation is the

allusion.

A finger on my arm, barely touching – sensation on my skin, of my

skin, in my skin; a physical materialization of hours, months, days of dreaming

for nothing else.

His finger on my arm; I almost stopped breathing, the

positive ions pulling at me in every direction as they travelled from the tip

of his finger to every charged part of my being. Sensation I had only dreamed

existed touched my arm, just barely grazing – it was enough for me. I felt that

sensation in my soul, like an ancient key that had been lost and finally made

its way into a rusted, cynical lock.

The lock turned, at that instant. I’d like to say it was

something in the way we looked at each other, but I didn’t feel the pull until

he touched me.

And it was just like that – instantaneous reconciliation of some

innate part of me that had been missing until I saw him. I’d like to say it was

cosmic, but it was better than that. It was held like the tightly drawn string

of a violin between us, waiting for us to raise our arms to dance and play that

first extended note, full and vibrating with longing; full of sustenance.

There’s an old myth that passed through the lips of old

men who lived long before me or you. Two violins, perfectly crafted, touched with

the fingers of mousai, have been played together since the beginning of time.

Perfect in tone, in timbre, velvety rich to the ears. These golden notes, full

of complementing harmony, fall only upon the ears of those who, for one brief

instant, understand the meaning of forever. I heard those notes – I heard those

notes when he touched me. The old men said you would never hear them again; you

only understand forever one time, in a fleeting moment you recall as your

forever plays out across the sky.

Forever happens in an instant – his touch was my instant,

his touch is my forever.