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05-28-01 - nighttime When women are strong
I want you to watch the muscles of women ripple & say to yourself how beautiful it is when women are strong --Karen Ethelsdattar
I noticed her musculature first. The circumference of her arms, of her thighs, the broad ripples of her abdomen. Muscles lying down with one another beneath her skin. The way they shifted and supported each other like her whole body was making love to itself.
I noticed the curves drawing on other curves. I wanted to climb beneath her skin and add my curves to hers. The epidermal layer would cover us like a comforter as we stretched and flexed together in the night.
My flesh, then, couldn't be more close to her flesh. My rawness rubbing against hers. Her skin becoming my skin becoming our skin becoming home.
I wanted to abandon my body for hers. I was ready to jump ship. To slide inside of her and set up housekeeping. I found the moist space where her body opened up to me and she bid me enter fingers first. Then hands, my palms flat against the inner walls of her. I wanted to crawl inside and live and die there. I think I did.
I drew water from the wide open well of her and drank of it and smiled when she called for me. "Come farther in," she said. "Please come farther in."
And who could say but in that moment we did share skin. Our muscles spasmed together. As I came into her cunt I could feel her coming into my toes into my calves into my biceps into my lower back our muscles playing against one another like a bow against fiddle strings we drew music out of each other's flesh and leapt and danced together.
I vacated my body for hers only to find that she was everywhere in mine snug beneath my skin which had grown into her skin which had grown into our skin which had grown into home.
We made a house of each other's bones and lay down inside each other to settle into sleep.
