'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...
my vivid imagination serves me a phantasy of sleeping forever, not so much a sleeping beauty as a tragedy and i feel my claws soften under your weight; i feel my eyes mellow under the day and i find nails trailing you when night descends: the beer garden and the monster in it turned me to cloud and 4 minutes ago you might have been here beside me to watch my mouth slacken under a dream of you: here beside me; and i slip your socks off and undo the lace of my ankles and feel my tendons splay -- i drew down Blue Moon like no tomorrow and swallowed a cigarette like there was nothing and climbed those pillars of stars like they were anything -- but you. i slide my trousers off and undo my bows and feel my untouched thighs -- i unravel plaits and pass scars, as though they were nothing and all the time think of your body like mine and the gold sky of my childhood, only ribbons of cumulus accumulating on my doorstep -- and sitting when it was raining the wet lavender and raindrop bees catching my very heels and you behind each ponderance, each thought, each dream, us sucking ice cream in the rain; sobbing when you hurt me and untying my shins and clouding each tear -- but you were there to cast away each fear: your flesh and bone cutting and melding through mine.
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