she was sensesitive
as
if her skin was flayed from her body and she was sifted with fine sea-salt
it breezed across
her body on wafts of pure-white smoke
nearly-perfect
agony and ecstasy
as if the two described different things
she was flung
high and grounded
she couldnt
muster a quiet mind even if her senses were revoked
her sixth
sense gobbling up their voluminous deficits
she was
unlike
anyone hed ever met
her
anxiousness and pious spontaneity were uninhibited and pure
her colour
spectrum severe improbable
startling
he learned
things about himself
he would never have ventured alone
and in themselves greedily were worth knowing her
though he just
didnt know her
he had fallen in love with her
he strapped in
and rode at her maddening gallop breathlessly
gulping her rarified ether
he ran his
own
now exalted senses
until he blacked out
otherwise
he
couldnt keep up he wouldnt stay down
she was unlike
anyone he had ever met
knowing
her
he
learned
he
knew
nothing
before
her
1515,
Saturday, 27 8. 11
