Sunday, October 21, 2007
the sharing of gifts witnessed by drained green.
Together, we sat on the terracotta, in companionable silence, poised between the earth and sky, looking through the hanging alabaster curve, as if we could see what was lying behind, and therefore, ahead. The wine-stain of melancholy was upon my tongue, as was yours, but there was far more that lingered, far more that was recognized, far more that was unspoken. That a scene from before would evoke rare feelings of rapturous harmony (like Mahler), that no words were required in expressing (for a subtle gesture would be far more eloquent and heartfelt) that - we will always be there for each other.
she procrastinated @ 03:40 |
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