Guest guest Posted June 5, 2008 Report Share Posted June 5, 2008 Entry November 15 I knew your eyes by heart after the very first reading.I could repeat them in detail, remembering their elements in pearlsand in moonstones-in the dark wing of a starling, and in the bright morning faces of asters. I learned your hair many ways... by the musk and visually,by the braille touch, I could tell which part of your body grew it;the underhair fringing your face was sensitive like thin smoke in a draught,between your theighs it was natural and crisp like the hearts of lettuce. After one fittting only I could cup my hands just so,as if they held your face. Blindfolded, I could kiss a thousand mouths and know your lips.I could tell time by your mouth's kisses, feel rich red colors,taste sun-ripe fruits and know the season of the year. I took your body like a glass of sweet milk at bedtime,and my eyelids let go at the hinges when I enered you.You were all I and all of me was you.My senses rhymed with your sensesand our bodies made music and gave light... as all things absolute. What is it that happened?Now that you are gone (and why) I feel I never knew you,though you fill me with a terrible wonderlike the onset of madness. -Walter Benton from; This Is My Beloved circa 1940 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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