Drowning (standard:romance, 328 words)
Author: KShaw	Added: Feb 27 2006	Views/Reads: 3370/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
No story, just a piece of prose.

Whether your name is Atlantic or Pacific does not matter, the sheer
exhilaration of sinking into you satisfies pleasures other lovers 
cannot; the deeply penetrating requiems of whale song, surfacing and 
searing each erotic nerve end, like tidal hymns dipping and swelling on 
winds of darkness, and all watched over by a night-watchman moon. 

A thousand murders a day you commit, a million swirling grievances kept
for another day, and when you do speak it is from the lips of ironies, 
offering cursed kisses, impossible to resist. One day it is the 
enormous, eventless motion of your beauty, and on a different day the 
white crested sobs of hell. Love is constant blindness, just as sure as 
time is never ceasing, and time has shown me the agony of your soul, 
while oft times privileged to witness your saintly schemes and be 
smitten by your majesty, as if I were simply an entity passing...on my 
way toward some heavenly place. 

Is this it for me, periodically broken, exhausted, tearful, frightened
by your power over me. Am I bound to be always thinking about you; the 
child's head smashed against rocks for no seeming reason, the decks 
spilled over with the blood of your own nations, and troubled by the 
disturbing authority of your menace. 

I wonder, with my heart torn ragged, the rape complete, will I ever
smile again? But back you come, to caress, to show me your resilience, 
to engage me in romance, to hold me close, to suspend me in utter 
disbelief. 

You accept the sun as when Galileo was your lover, legs spread slightly,
teasingly, inviting him into your mysterious depth. The purity of 
innocence allowing entrance to places that God Himself created for 
pleasure, for miracles, for mystery, and the moon to rise from. 

I love you. I love you. I am a child in the breath of your vastness, and
I know that when you have me...when I am yours...forever will follow. 


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