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2003-02-23 - 3:04 p.m.
I spent the grey hours of this morning slicing papaya and slivers of mango's,
the glistening half moon shapes fanning out before me, like the feathery plumes of a peacock.
my hands so sticky, from the plump curves of tropical jewels, constantly running the water, over my hands, trying to melt away the sugary coating between the grooves of my fingers, scooping out the pulsing belly of the papaya's, thick with tiny black seeds.
the world is pregnant. life surrounds us all.
and yet, this moment is all we have.
and so my dreams have been increasingly vivid, the night of my day more alive than my waking hours.
and in my dreams, we have returned to bali.
we are fluttering shadows flickering beneath
thin layers of mosquito netting.
we are slices of mangos spread out before the splashes of a burning red sun.
the full belly of the white paper moon a voyeur to our paradise amour.
the rain falls like glass pebbles
agaist our thatched roof hut
nowhere else we need to be
leaving open the windows and door
the wood floor
suspended
above the indonesian sea
perched like a spider on spindly poles
the hut is our ship, and together we sail away
the rest of the world
sleeps thousands upon thousands of miles away
and we
navigate the night together,
tucked
like porcelain dolls in a featherbed cradle
beneath a pair of gentle banyan trees
that bow and sway, to the beat of the tropical bali breeze
in a place foreign and serene
that smells like bergomot and cinnamon and saffron
wrapped in thick coconut tree leaves.
old starlight - new starbright
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