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The Eclectic Pen - Body of Words

By: Eva L. (wearetrees)   + 37 more  
Date Submitted: 12/2/2008
Last Updated: 12/3/2008
Words: 302

  I see the way you look at me – as if I am too transient to hold space. But here I am again, our smiles are parallel. My words are a softer medium than you think. I say things out loud that feel entirely different when they’re up against your skin. I told you I was lonely, that I feel alone, even when you’re near me, holding me, touching me. You are reaching in and through, I can brace myself against your muscles - you are almost there, almost there! And then the breath recedes. Heat condenses, becomes air again. Such a fleeting sense of belonging. It’s true – I am lonely. I can never describe for you what it feels like to be wrapped in your arms, my head on your chest, rising and sinking in the nest of your bed, rehearsing the steps I’ll need to take to return to my own world later. You have a fitful sleep. Your muscles lurch, you sweat, you dream with your physical body, your breath audible and unpredictable – a discrete, beautiful organism. I am humbled and aroused by your complex life. By your insistence that it is simple. Your generous heart. Your capacity to give me what I need, then to resist me in a way I cannot bear. I can only pretend that you are keen to those ineffable parts of this passion, that you are aware of the deeper patterns of this connection. We are old, so old. These wounds are carved into our barks, and our names change when we die like this. We swap hearts and love makes mulch out of our skins. Be close, I want to tell my heart, be close. Stay in your cavern. Light a fire for me. Throw my shadow on the wall.

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Lena S. (SquirrelNutkin) - 12/5/2008 6:40 AM ET
I think this is beautiful. It feels like sitting on a hot sandy beach and the cool water tide washing in around me.
ericjasongastelum - 12/6/2008 7:13 PM ET
i'm rubbing my cheek against the womb of your thoughts.
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