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By natalia Date: 2001 May 08 Comment on this Work [[2001.05.08.21.53.18544]] |
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One Night's Rest Eyes open. A pale pink peony aged with the friction of those two bodies that anxiously pilled the cotton threads of her vibrant color. I see in her the imprint of his body - the oil of his dark skin. I search the pink center of her face for the truth -- he has been with her too. She stares back. "Where is he?" the flower demands. I close my eyes - vowing to change the sheets. Eyes open. Head back -- I narrowly avert the questioning gaze of an endless garden of intolerably nosy posies. My eyes rest on the crimson headboard - her color diffused with layers of dust. Her smooth wood figure has tried to conceal the outline of his fingers - where he touched her. But, I see. I see the traces of him lying in the dust hovering above me. Millions of cells shed from those two bodies peer down -- laughing and wondering. I see them looking at me -- looking for him. I will dust them away too. I will dismantle that wooden whore and burn her - later. Eyes open. I have found safety in seeing the vast expanse of ceiling. She is an unperturbed landscape feasting her friend with visages of purity and comfort. She hands these down in beige hues tinted with the shapes and shadows of warm spring sun. She grieves with me often, but even she cannot deny that he has been to her. He dressed her in his brush strokes of ivory - the color of my wedding dress. She floated above those two bodies -- cloaking them in the warmth of my color. Even she has betrayed me - I will paint her black and relish in the death of her beauty. Eyes shut. No strength to face them or their deception - yet I still see. Days and nights pass where I beg for a sleep that will resurrect me -- lift me away from this ivory colored tomb of their passion. Here I do not rest. Here, I lie in agony -- buried amidst the dust covered residue of two bodies entwined. I am the unwelcome third party - yet I cannot bear to leave. I fear that I will not feel the pain - which is my only proof that I had loved. |