Desire and Silence
By Jimita
She doesn't talk about him, but you can see he's there in her thoughts, the dark shadow behind her eyes that wasn't there before. It's not as though you really knew him friends said, trying to help but missing the point completely. Their love had danced on the screen, flickering and growing into a blaze that warmed her barren heart despite the miles and oceans of impossibility, love, desire and gratification as real as a sunset, infinite as ripples on a calm lake, dancing briefly and vanishing. How is it possible to fall in love with some words and not love the man who strung them together, a rope of fine pearls expertly knotted? Victim of desire, she found herself stranded and watched him grow distant as he tied knot after knot, an exquisite noose for her willing throat. Written February 27th, 2002 © on Feb 27 2002 03:25 AM PST 0 • 8
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