her breath subsided but his sinuous white claws still clutched the earth like leaden toil let loose over clay that begged work and shape and life
to feel the life inside burst forth plunging through waves like water replenishing the scorched corners of our conscience, to know that the soothing liquid torrent would cascade and descend like a cataract let loose from the bowels of a fecund mind, cogent in its cool calculated intensity, icy, visceral, sanguine...
the pain once more grew within them
she let loose her frailties and blessed her own mortal contemplation of what she could never attain... where and whereof, gone too far, fled from all clutches, fled from the sinuous and the predatorial and the kind and the charitable... sympathies all unhinged... all hands let go, just let go... and he felt it too, he felt the fingers fail and the muscles relax and the knuckles untense as his fist gave forth and blossomed like a weapon metamorphosed into something beautiful, something flower-like, but still meat and bone, and the clenched teeth and the nitrogen gases awaiting the soothing pop of the nervous habits that rounded out their lives in a demon's hands, lives molded with the ungodly clay of the earth and the mind and every regret and memory that time could never subside, demons that conjured and calculated and condemned through their own twisted and tormented minds...
they lay there once more, spent and looking in each other's furtive eyes... the truth between them like an open wound, but neither had words to bridge the hideous divide... the words the words
on a distant shore... the waves, the waves... gently, calmly, clearly... the waves
