She took his arm
and said
Walk with me a while:
let’s talk
Of what?
Of love,
for one
What for?
Why not?
I’ve nought to say
But still you love?
I do,
he said
but didn’t look
upon the face
that quizzed and probed
They walked in silence
She let his arm fall
He kicked a dead leaf
missed
She took his hand
and spoke
How do you love?
With brain and cock
with hand and mouth
But not with speech?
That, I can’t
how could I speak
of things I do not understand?
She dropped his hand
He stooped and picked
a pebble, rather small
and threw it at the trees
Her hands in pockets now
he trailed behind,
looking at her legs
He knew them well:
the touch, the feel,
the scent, the electricity
of stockings ‘neath his hands
They walked, those legs
and did not turn to look
at hands that longed to feel
So he put his hands like hers
inside the pockets of his coat
The autumnal forest chill
fell down his neck
like icy breath outside
as if his neck, if he
were someone else’s,
something else’s throat
and the forest air
a breath that missed it’s target
running down him
a breath of something larger
But those are my thoughts
not his
he does not think like that,
he only thinks of legs right now,
and words, the ones he does not know
The silence persevered
and hands remained in coats
The road to home was long
but short
but yet too long
Funny about time
it’s longer than the road
She took his cock
and said
So this is love?
For sure it is
She stroked in silence
the quiet of their home
surrounding them with dark
from lamps out in the street
Their silence reliefed
by sounds of cars and calls
Can you tell me how it feels,
this love of yours?
He said it feels like youth
like I’m a boy again:
the world is fresh
the flesh is free
and I’m alone
in death by proxy
She let his member drop
and turned towards the wall
He lay in silence,
perplexedly content
and started to reflect
It’s been a good day,
he told himself
A good day, and a night
is now upon us, rest
it gives us both, we need
the silence that it feeds us
Turning carlights swept inside,
distorted circles stretching sweeping
caressing walls and vanishing again
It made him think
I’m missing something,
something simple,
obvious to her and all
But him? he didn’t see
Relax, he said,
and it will come
(here comes a strange part
did he dream?
did he reason,
with himself or creatures of the mind?
I do not really know
but let’s go on, no use
in dwelling, too obscure
these things, for a mind awake to know)
and suddenly, he froze the carlights
mid-wall
perfect circles
yes
that is what she meant
I will tell her now
She will know
that I know
and her legs will be mine again
He touched her shoulder gently
and spoke:
I know what love is now
And then he told her
He was answered only by her snores
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