Mar 26, 2004 18:42
"...but what i wanted to do was to fasten my index finger and thumb at the bolts of your collar b one, push out, spreading the web of my hand until it caught against your throat. you asked me if i wanted to strangle you. no, i wanted to fit you, not just in the obvious ways but in so many indentations."
"to remember you it's my own body i touch. thus she was, here and here. the physical memory blunders through the doors the mind has tried to seal. a skeleton key to bluebeard's chamber. the bloody key that unlocks pain. wisdom says forget, the body howls. the bolts of your collar bone undo me."
"shuttered like a fan no one suspects your shoulder blades of wings. while you lay on your belly i kneaded the hard edges of your flight. you are a fallen angel but still as the angels are; body light as a dragonfly, great gold wingscut across the sun."
there's an amazing feeling with getting your favorite book for $5. then finding that it was underlined and loved just as much by someone else.