he was in her eyes what she was-- Katherine S

8/9/12
removing all the connotations, she stood bare before him
and he could not discern
good from evil, he could not discern what was ugly about it,
or what was beautiful. he asked her what did she want to say,
and she thought of David counting grains of sand, an ocean become merciless to his pious eyes.
he lay there in the sunlight looking at her, seeing the sun displayed on
the theater of her body. she saw in him an opening, something not yet finished,
she saw, alive and vivid, the recurring question that haunted him when he was
alone. he saw in her eyes what she saw, and realized that she was doing for him
what he had told himself he would do. outside, a bird sang, unknowing, unknowable to both of them. they did not contest. something sincere was happening
and they believed in it together, they blushed and hummed,
they did not make love, and they were not lovers.