"The time will come," I said.
She looked at me. Hard.
But not so much hard as
.....fiercely, intensely soft.
Her breath touched me,
....a hot breeze cavorting over the land.
Her eyes filled like the sea.
Her skin pulsed ... every inch of it pulsed
...with the beat that is the beat
...of the land,
......of her heart,
.........of my own.
I drank from those eyes of sea
...and my skin became as sand,
...as soil,
......pulsing,
........pulsing...
My lungs expanded with the breath of Another;
...a breath that instantly bound this body and soul.
But it is a breath now held.
For try as I might,
...I cannot exhale, here.
Then the one with the eyes of the sea said,
..."The time will come, yes.
....The time will come when you can no longer not go.
....The time will come when you can no longer not..."
...breathe?
.
