you fell in love with me when
from the theater we ran boots heavy cheeks red breath shocked into puffs of transient steam ache of limbs windblown in the thin web of fleece to the car my fingers trembled with the suspense of keys the jangle heavyhearted engine roared cracked free its icicles before you pressed yourself to me, wrapped me in your arms, folded me in your chest, that rose, and rose and fell with the splendor of its laughter, that echoed for itself, for ourselves, for each other, laughter for the awkward strides we took in desperation, for that warmth of tangled bodies, hopeless but still holding, an embrace we knew wrought vulnerable by, the distant persuasions of some black road beckoning, beckoning us onward. "onward." apart.
posted by swirl of anonymity @ 1:43 AM
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but then the paradox presented itself, that what he knew and what he felt were two different things that existed in a constantly antagonistic state. so he could not have both knowledge and emotion at once. if the world was not ready for him, he'd relinquish into hers. hers was a world beautifully turbulent, where his dumb eyes opened wide, and his dumb mouth opened wide, for the pleasure of life found him there, wordless, at the toxic rapture of her skin's glistening
hahaha ok this ends here. now. bye stranger.
the land of the translucent and terrible dollar indeed...and you?
i thought the idea of being ingenue sounded quite lovely and appealing.
funny, we're having a conversation/story-telling session in my blog. stranger or not, you write beautifully
my mother went to switzerland in july. she loved it.
i'm still blogging, no worries! :-P
how old are you? what part of switzerland are you from? est-ce que tu parles francais?
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