![]() The houses before us are fashioned in white clapboard. What was the point of warning her that I might dissolve in the process? I was going to do it."I'm the one who called the police too," he says. The angles of her face were tight and delicate and precise in the dimness.īut I had to do it. She reached for buttons, but I gestured there was no need. Let me see you without your clothes, she said. Not an electric light burned in the place. I had my hands beneath her small backside, and cuddled it. Sweet God, she whispered, kissing me all over my face. It was not that the death attracted me it was that it made her all the more precious, something to be lost in a moment. For the first time I heard a waterfall, its gentle trickle, and then I listened to the sound of water touching leaves, but my body was an engine of desire, and what drove me was her naked breasts, rather small, with the pink nipples of a girl, and the smell of death, rising sweet like a crushing lily. I kissed the calves of her legs, her thighs. I was too happy for humility, and to feel the sinews in my arms tighten was to be among living things, and surely some of those things must be good things. I looked down for the first time on my own chest, pubic hair, erect organ. They can make me look young, but they can't save my life. She kissed my beard, kissing it along the bone of my jaw.It's hormones and modern science I have a woman's chemicals inside me, that's all. It's all drugs, my love, she said, as though feeling my wonder. Though suddenly aware of a fatigue from all the night's tricks, I nevertheless told my clothes to assemble themselves nearby and await my command. I stretched out my arms and looked up at the sky. It worked even more swiftly and completely than last time. ![]() ![]() Yes, I said,God, capricious as He is he lavished his blessings on you and on your daughter, Esther. One lapse in my will, one drifting into pride in my physical self, and the hair had come. No, she said.Bring it back I couldn't quite figure this out, why the hair had come of its own, but that was the whole story so far, my body came on its own, and in its own form. Even the bones of her wrists were beautiful. I felt the moist thin silkiness of her skin, not healthy in a woman too thin, yet delicious. It was like fruit between her legs, like peaches or plums, it was just wet enough. Instead I let her bury her face in the hair of my chest, and kiss my nipples, and the pleasure went right to my loins. I took a long breath, feeling the toll of all this changing and magic, but I was as hard as a statue for her. ![]()
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