Friday, February 29, 2008

beneath their undercover whispers

Friday, February 29, 2008

“It’s nice when grown people whisper to each other under the covers. Their ecstasy is more leaf-sigh than bray and the body is the vehicle, not the point. They reach, grown people for something beyond, way beyond and way, way down underneath tissue. They are remembering while they whisper the carnival dolls they won and the Baltimore boats they never sailed on…. Breathing and murmuring under covers both of them have washed and hung out on the line, in a bed they chose together and kept together nevermind one leg was propped on a 1916 dictionary, and the mattress, curved like a preacher's palm asking for witnesses in His name's sake, enclosed them each and every night and muffled their whispering, old-time love.”


- Toni Morrison, Jazz, 1992


5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Just soundproof the damn room and do away with the whisper. :)

Angeli said...

..hahaha.. just let it all out, huh? :)

..or do away with the covers, too.. :)

Anonymous said...

Best is find a deserted "pantalan". And bring the covers. :)

Angeli said...

a deserted "pantalan" under the stars... the earth will move! :)

Anonymous said...

Hah!

 
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