(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)

Saturday, August 11, 2007

The Lover - pg. 99

He looks at her. Goes on looking at her, his eyes shut. He inhales her face, breathes in her breath, the warm air coming out of her. Less and less clearly can he make out the limits of this body, it's not like other bodies, it's not finished, in the room it keeps growing, it's still without set form, continually coming into being, not only there where it's visible but elsewhere too, stretching beyond sight, toward risk, toward death, it's nimble, it launches itself wholly into pleasure as if it were grown up, adult, it's without guile, and it's frighteningly intelligent.

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