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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3265 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention On Restraint DarkWind (Derek Manuel) If I turned to you, Rose, if I set down my hamburger and interrupted you eating your shrubbery, and I said, "My love for you knows no bounds; because love knows nothing; love is stupid," would you after thinking for a moment, say, "How beautiful this thing love must be, which reaches from the rose garden, where it unfolds, unashamed, unprotected, unafraid, to the depths of the ocean, fierce as a barracuda, to the top of an oak tree, wise as an owl, still wondering who, to the farthest fathom of space, searing hot as the sun, lonely as a scream," or smile slyly, then, "Love knows surely the bounds of the heart, which is all muscle and nerves and epithelium, and within that course plasma and leukocytes and platelets and erythrocytes, so I can hardly see how there is much room for love at all," chewing on a chunk of pineapple, or, "Love surely knows nothing, love knows not when its face is scored with a crystalline pattern from the sole of a shoe," or perhaps, "Love knows the nourishment of a mother's milk, the warmth of a lover's breath on the back of the neck, tears behind a white veil, tears behind a black veil," or, twisting a shred of lettuce, gaze down somberly, and whisper, "Yes, I loved once," I wonder, as your right hand holds a fork which plucks aside a crouton, your left hand scintillating. |
