the heat of life and how these two deal with it. |
without words someone has said that out here in the wilderness words can weave us clothes and tarps - shimmering metallic shrouds to toss ourselves under duck into for shelter wrap over our crouching shoulders like sheets someone spoke of the silver city that we left behind we left round silohuettes of cautious faces peering down from thousands of darkly-thick windows as below it spills onto the streets as canals out here, we're impossibly small before it it gushes across the landscape in broiling waves trees bulge and pulse and amplify its breath grasses sigh and lift up into it it forks apart through valleys before colliding back into itself out here, it roars against our fluttering reflective tent my hand rests assurance onto your warm back heat vibrates through the fabric walls for a moment, light illuminates and i catch the shine in your blue eyes your hand agrees around mine you feel it too the burning waves the kind that cant be eluded fast crackling accross the wilderness within yourself this is why we are here we relent together, we let fiery fingers of flame reach out of our bodies from out of our eyes and ears and tired mouths we allow it to overtake our insides so no longer will we tremble before the outside you show no reservation i slide aside the silvery fabric that is the doorway you roll forward onto your knees the enveloping current storms into our shelter together glowing with temperature we gaze at last upon the wild without words |