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The Space Around Her

By sweetbrother

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I sit in a dark loud crowded room,tied to the umbilical ropeof forever delightedheroblivious to the aural assaultof hiphoppers on a stage.Why am I here?To watch her bodyrock in timeto drummers' thunder;as she shares wordless pleasure with memy home is the space around her.That spaceglitters with all God's colors;and I do not hear her drumsbut only feelthe rhythm of her rocking.Even in this noise and smoke and darkthere is an unseen light,a throbbing pulse;she radiates itinto the space around her.I am an objectreflected in the glow she makes.The drums are now within herand I am nothing but a questionbut there is no need to ask;the only truth I needis that I share the space around her. Written December 2nd, 2001 © on Dec 02 2001 05:18 AM PST   0 • 10

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"I sit in a dark loud crowded room,tied to the umbilical ropeof forever delightedheroblivious to the aural assaultof hiphoppers on a stage.Why am I here?To watch her bodyrock in timeto drummers' thunder;as she shares wordless pleasure with memy home is the space around her.That spaceglitters with all God's colors;and I do not hear her drumsbut only feelthe rhythm of her rocking.Even in this noise and smoke and darkthere is an unseen light,a throbbing pulse;she radiates itinto the space around her.I am an objectreflected in the glow she makes.The drums are now within herand I am nothing but a questionbut there is no need to ask;the only truth I needis that I share the space around her...."

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