Your smile is steady as you lift the slice of green dappled pear, and your eyes widen as you taste the sudden burst of juicy sweetness. "I have made this, here, it's for you."
It has been a long, dry time and I am grateful for your generous hands. I bring a morsel to my lips. I blanch and turn, it's too rich after such a long hunger. Give me water, not sweet wine. But you laugh and pile my arms with fruits too strange to name. I blink, and am wreathed in a bower of berry. I mouth words of thanks, but you still the sound with your hands. And so I fall prey to your sugared sweets, you wipe honey from my chin with gentle fingers. "A feast at the end of the world" you whisper as I lean in for a kiss.
How you have found me here, at the end of the world, I cannot think to ask. I came for silence, for distance.
Your lips meet mine but you turn your face. In an instant I think to grasp the falling fruits, and I am alone and am beneath the surface of the water.
[I know there is some debate about whether to post comments on the free write or the revised. For now, I am commenting on free write.]
ReplyDeleteAll I can say at this point is, I want more. It's perfect, really, just as it is, a prose/poem that toys with us in its brevity. Perhaps it could be part of a series, because I want to stay here with this couple, and yet the abrupt stop works quite well.
Look forward to seeing what comes next.
Ah, I think you might be on to something. I keep revisiting something in order to re-experience it - the do go somewhere, and I'm starting to think I need to start moving in that direction on my blog. I'm getting the hang of the prose-poem, and this is just that, I want to explode the single instant, explain it in a vision, as though from a dream, where every symbol holds meaning, but that meaning is direct, not hidden.
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