She said to me ‘what were the first thoughts that before you knew already were, and had realized themselves in voices and sounds….’
We waited for the time when whatever we could would materialize from behind branches and shrouded histories to
be something unwritten. Only verbalized. The beginning. That sound under leaves where forests came alive and under moonlit shrinesand breathes hilted on the whispers of a thousand soldiers silently rushing over fallen leaves through mushed debris;
we could have left them all. We did. Just us. Forever and fucking ever. Houses built on nothing more than sorrowing combines and heart wrenching to warming intertwines of hot flesh touching.
Rushing, stronger than rivers and from the tops we looked out. And over it all. All those fallen strangers who had become nothing more than ill gotten inconveniences and contrived trivialities.
"Keep going," she said. Looking into rather than for reason or sensible normality’s. "Keep going," Still she stared. We held that gaze for eternity.
Silence. Her breath. Wind rustling. My hand. Warm. She touched me. I gasped. She lunged. Her hair in my fingers. My everything in her eyes. All of it. And then. Explosions. No longer humans. Only the animalistic tendencies that had been preordained since before we could know or ever knew.
In a word. Impossible. Only in touches….only in us.
The sun rose over lakes and seas and salted plains and in the distance only morning lights appeared and all at once nothing had ever existed in such emotions or evocations of the human condition.
All at once, what had been damp and under fallen darkness now bathed and wallowed in morning light and the shelters of the protected shore, in such places we walked- footprints washed away only moments after we had left them.
