The Animals and I

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She breathes in as deep as she can, and when she exhales several seconds later, out comes a mist of stars that wraps itself around her like the arms of a lover. The road that carries her is a river and an arrow and a song that bubbles and hisses in the bellies of the animals as they raise their paws to the moon in celebration of the one they call mother. When she closes her eyes and feels each beat of her heart rattle through her ribcage, the animals follow in awe as do I. I am an ugly man. A mess of broken dreams and bitter failure, and yet in her shadow, I escape this cage and dance as if my madness were not a curse but a gift to be cherished. On the leaves that scatter around me, I taste her, and I taste God, and in this madness, I can’t see where one ends, and the other begins. In the shadows as the animals speak among themselves concerning the nature of her secret smile, my fingers draw symbols in the dirt. So many obsessions. So many fantasies she stirs within. The town grows dark and all sounds dim, and yet her light casts its glow like a star. So many stars. So many pieces of dust she transforms into vessels capable of so many great things. A handful of leaves is a universe and a strand of hair from a baby fox a supernova that sparks a thousand poems and the memory of a thousand kisses that have never been. A small stone is a strange globe in a faraway galaxy, and a twig becomes time’s arrow that snaps between my fingers whenever she glances my way. When I’m on all fours, and the animals take me under their wing, together we follow as she makes her way to a place no one else knows. A clearing in the woods. An area sheltered by tall trees where she removes her clothes before lying on her back looking at the sky. When she touches herself and bites her lip, the animals and I watch, and even when the coming rain soaks us to the bone, we stay silent and rooted to the spot.

A Journal for Damned Lovers UK

A Journal for Damned Lovers US

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  1. Wow. This is absolutely wonderful. The magic of love, not lost on even nature or the wild realms. That you could capture it so perfectly, to transport us to that magical realm of reality but disbelief… well, you are a master.

  2. “On the leaves that scatter around me, I taste her and I taste God, and in this madness, I can’t see where one ends and the other begins.”
    Yes, this.
    And this:
    “A small stone is a strange globe in a faraway galaxy and a twig becomes time’s arrow that snaps between my fingers whenever she glances my way.”
    In its own way, it is everything, isn’t it?

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