FOR HER
then there was the smell of heather crushed and the roughness of the bent stalks under her head and the sun bright on her closed eyes and all his life he would remember the curve of her the throat with her head pushed back in the heather roots and her lips that moved smally and by themselves and the fluttering of the lashes on the eyes tight closed against the sun and against everything, and for her everything was red, orange, gold-red from the sun on the closed eyes, and it was that color, all of it, the filling, the possesing, the having, all of that color, all in a blindness for that color.
FOR HIM
it was a dark passage that led to nowhere, then to nowhere, then again to nowhere, once again to nowhere, always and forever to nowhere, heavy on the elbows in the earth to nowhere, dark, never any end to nowhere, hung on all time always to unknowing nowhere, this time and again for always to nowhere, now not to be born once again always and to nowhere, now beyond all bearing up, up, up and into nowhere, suddenly, scaldingly, holdingly all nowhere gone and time absolutly still and they were both there, time having stopped and he felt earth move out and away from under them.
Blog Category: Art and Photography
Playing (Music): for whom the bell tolls
Current mood: loved
Added on: 29/09/2006 09:58:43
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