'In the old days at home the Neverland had always begun to look a little dark and threatening by bedtime. Then unexplored patches arose in it and spread, black shadows moved about in them, the roar of the beasts of prey was quite different now, and...
he sees the stars in my eyes are laden like fire on water. his clouded pools watch our dayglo reflections and under those camel lashes; he sees. and in the darkness and neon beams he touches my hands -- misty eyed, he comes to envelop me and i know every word our lips touch -- i open my mouth and i satisfy; pure delight for his allseeing eyes: eva's tongue a forbidden fruit to lap the silver at his thighs -- and i think how our ribs should have threaded, our spines coiled together, our shimmering vertebrae tangled in the sunlight of day -- the head rested in the lap, fingers flittering to touch the open air, soft, swaying. cumulus clouds and the dust in our wake.
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