Sep 30, 2007 01:24
"I am awake," she says, "and my body is alert with all the clamour-mounted depressions and uprisings of Olympia."
Looking through her statuesque gaze with his single remaining eye, he leans back on his flattered knuckles and chokes down this wisdom of desire. Strong at first, stings as it descends the form, but warming when it's captured in its entirety.
She cocks her head to the right and suddenly forgets her proud muscles' composition. "And how do you manage, sir?"
"Moderate to well."
That evening, they fill a cup with the water of melted ice cubes.