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He lay there nearly full hardly empty almost gone yet searching for the wet earth that he had left behind in the caves of her thigh. Drenched in the sweat of the sky  dried by the tongue of naked cotton fluff that grazed the inside of his mouth    as he yearned to receive the floating feather of hope in the orifice of eternity.

He was hoping that together they would see and together they would be and conjure up a land of sterile placidity, for the one with torrents it would never be. He knew to much anguish  his well was too deep. She could dip her legs but any further it wouldn’t keep.

She ached for blindness to be drowned in the providential sea. She longed to be consumed till there was nothing left of you and me.

And together, she screamed. Her voice rose from the ruins of a gasping sand. And together she screamed, haunted and cracked. And together , she screamed  and the sea swallowed her whole. He swallowed her voice and spat out the shell.

And together, that she screamed travelled to the bottom of the black hole and it circled and circled with the dead stars, reflecting and folding back-up on itself.

The screams, they churned and twisted and dug a hole within his whole.

There was a time when rivers flowed through his lips and anointed the parched earth. But the screams they soaked him dry. And he lay empty,  forgotten yearning for the sky. For a patch of earth to remember her by.

But the voiceless yell that left the gash, now just longed to be filled by the cave of her thigh.