CLIMAX IS DESIRE

Luna must have caught the night all for her own admiration, I fell into a ravine sleep, I was a child again, my parents were driving us, in our new rugged but gentle vehicle, through some sightseeing paradise. Rivers forging deep and verging wide, lusting green forest seemingly void of large beast of prey; I was still wearing my polka-dotted red dress, and my little brother and I were eating berries, big dark succulent berries, sweet to the tongue, berries just want to be eaten, and eaten they were, we were kids, we were not aware that such perfect ripening was unusual, we were not sensitive to the bitter sweetness pleasures, we were not aware that berry trees want the birds to eat them; now it was us eating them and we were going to flush them through the sewage into the sea; these seeds had fallen on ill hands and unappreciative stomachs. We were laughing, giggling, mom and dad were desperately trying to shut us up, and in a moment of full exhilaration my little brother took two hands full of berries, and squashed fed them into his mouth, his cheeks blossoming bulging red and then he blasted them out of his mouth into the surrounding beige leathered upholstery; our parents were busying arguing navigation. Exhaustingly happy little girl me could resist not imitating my little brother’s act. I squashed hands full of berries into my mouth and then helped them to explode into the air freshly sprinkling the upholstery. Our children’s bodies riddle with excitement skipping laughter into the surroundings.








El Fin