Location: Chicago, Illinois, United States

Monday, August 08, 2011

In the Far Reaches

In the far reaches of her mind, down beyond the twisting divide, a silken box bakes in haze. It holds her desire. It quivers, puddles, and bubbles at the top. It could burst, throwing hope limitless into the future.

He cannot quench her desire without giving himself to her, something he will not do. He does not trust what's inside of himself, an angry little boy.

How he fears that she gives herself to other men, ravishing them with her tongue, stroking with slender hands, her mouth on other hair, other flavors. How he hates.

He buys her desperate gifts. They, like their plastic wrapping, are destined to turn slow circles in the doldrums of the ocean.




Blogger sybil law said...

Awwww. This is bittersweet.

10:50 PM  
Blogger Peau said...


11:54 PM  
Blogger jorg wobblington lopez said...

You are probably writing this in retrospect, but that's how I think now.

3:24 PM  
Blogger Stella said...

I didn't know there could be a box big enough to hold her desire.

11:19 PM  
Blogger Sack Posset said...

Hello. I like your stuff.

4:32 AM  
Blogger JMH said...

sybil - sure is.

Peau - wow yourself.

jorg - It's good to have people who think like you do.

Stella - Certainly not. But it is a huge box.

Sack - thanks. I'll check out what you have to say.

12:01 AM  

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