threesome....
The sun pushed against our backs and we paused to feel it. Our silhouettes were black and floating on the surface of earth. And we paused to feel that.
We walked for a long time. No one said any thing about any...thing. Grasses and trees and sky opened to us as if we were born there.
I watched us for a long time. One two three. We three opened to the grasses and trees and sky as if they were born in us. I could find myself in the weight of the sun.
And I paused to feel that.
Mmm. This touches deeply. On the verge is a wonderful and frightening place to live.. Offers great rewards. Beautiful prose - threesome... My heart is on the verge. My feet haven't quite stepped.
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ReplyDeleteWould you want to be buried there?
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ReplyDeleteAnd then you simply pause... not knowing if you are feeling or not feeling. Not knowing which was born where. Just a full pause. An opening. A tilting past verging - head on, heart in - into merging. The sun finds itself in you.
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