A mystic love

He set his foot on the last flight of stairs raising his eyes up from his beige walking boots to the door ahead. His heart started fluttering at the sight coming from across the hallway to the same door. Her eyes looked up to meet his and his cheeks stretched with a smile exercising and exposing every wrinkle along his face, his eyes gleamed behind the framed lenses. His eyes being the portal of exchanged expressions visible in this interaction.

It was just the sight he adored. A feminine beauty that radiated from just a glance and exploded a million mysteries and a thousand searches. A journey of identity not of ones own self, but a journey to find the signals of adoration. An invitation welcoming an advance. The advance that has its own customs and rules. It can not just be a start of a conversation, an inquisitive gesture, a how was your day. No. This journey is the one of slow progression, of oblivion. A loop behind the stigma of culture. A move into taboo. A crossing into twittering. a march to interaction. The forbidden synergy, the best kind of communication. One that would build like a birds nest from a few sticks to a safe home. Each stick from a different tree, the first tree is the glance, and he glanced as she glanced, he smiled and looked into her almond eyes' shining dark pupils under her sharp angled eye brows glowing like they are the rays of heaven. All he could see where those eyes with her face covered behind the illusive Vail, A dark soft cloth black as night surrounded her face covering her hairs shape, color and syle.
The shaila was raised behind her atop her head indicating that her hair was thick and long The first hint of illusive beauty. her mouth covered with the cloth hung down from the end of her smooth nose, that shows the shape of harmony. the burqa hid whatever face expressed but the white skins around her eyes told him of the pink lips, plump and luscious, common to them. The few second glance, his smile and their eyes met and in that moment the world stood still as her eye lids opened wider, the side of her eyebrow raised and he could tell she was smiling back though the cheeks and lips where concealed, they eyes always speak. She pushed open the hinged door while he stood back, part due to the customs of making way but in truth to adore this site and to store in his heart the exchanged glances and exquisite pleasure. She kept her gaze and he kept his till her hand hung behind her body holding the door for him to pass, and the wide silk covering the length of her arm slipped slowly like a wave over the sea. The smoothness of her skin complementing the smoothness of her silk. It slid down exposing her short finger at the end of her wrist, the size of the palm small and the shining skin of her white smooth arms' flesh exposed half way to her elbow radiated her hidden beauty. He put his hand on the door and opened it wider with a thank you voice that was as low as a child's cowering breath. His heart was too tangled to speak aloud. The million ways he wished to express his emotions halted by the common acceptable terms of first contact and as she moved away to the stairs he came from, the amber perfume traced behind her sending him to a world of scented delight.
He passed through the door and fought not to look black, not to let her know of how those ten seconds would echo. He felt like she would see a monster now in his eyes longing for another hint. Well into the distance he looked back, her long abaya trailed the floor around her adding to the mystery of a smooth glide rather than a stomping step. How the curves of her waist hugged the dark silk and completed the majestic beauty of a perfect shape, hidden only to the true affectionate to recognise.

His heart was full now , he was captured and entranced and for the rest of his days he will be longing for another branch to fit in his nest. until then those ten seconds will continue to flutter his heart and conquer his mind. perhaps one day he can unlock the cage and fly out with his warmth to her and perhaps her heart will flutter too, and maybe then he can gaze behind the Vail, hold the soft fingers, whisper in her ears a breathe of awe at what she does not know has ailed and affected this encountered soul. At what emotions she has stirred for a madness of another glance. perhaps a word and that word would then create another world of affection but for now he will believe that all she will send back is an angry protest to his uncontrolled expressions and this truth sends him back to a grave of hopelessness regret of not having waited for her invitation to this allowance of Ecstasy.