Tuesday, December 6, 2011


She had a constellation of zits spread out across her forehead and it dazzled him. He could see the orion belt, he could see it guiding him to the right direction without a compass. All that was needed was darkness, and a tilt of the head towards the stars. He talked to her about thought, action, emotion, and she talked to him about the philosophy of swings. She swung in her swing as she spoke and she listened, and he followed the pendulum of her movements, completely hypnotized. Later that night he swung her with his virginal movements and she was saddened by the sexually insatiable woman she had become. They were both rendered insecure by the certainty of the other half's pretenses of security.