From: mustangsally78@juno.com (MustangSally Seventy-Eight)
Date: Sat, 1 Aug 1998 10:05:55 -0400
Subject: into the silence the green 1/1


TITLE: into the silence the green 1/1
AUTHOR: MustangSally
CLASSIFICATION: Mulder/Other Vignette
CONTENT WARNING: Stream of Consciousness
SUMMARY: Girl meets boy, girl sleeps with boy, boy leaves.
SPOILER WARNING: None
DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: Gossamer, naturally, others by permission 
THE DISCLAIMER: I see, hear, speak, and know nothing and I make no money
from this.

For - Rye who made me realize that it was a Mary Sue


into the silence the green
silence with a white earth in it
you will (kiss me) go
out into the morning the young
morning with a warm world in it
(kiss me) you will go
on out into the sunlight  the fine 
sunlight with a firm day in it
you will (kiss me
down into your memory and
a memory and memory
 i ) kiss me (will go)

e.e. cummings


and he lies there in the butter morning with hair to the dull gray
pillowcase worn and transparent with unkind washing he has washed up on
my shore like beautiful greenbown driftglass mingled colors of beer
bottles fused in a  lightning flash on the sand smoothed in the waves of
the deep i smell his wound as deep as the fisher king's unhealed and
dried with salt but dripping runnels of blood regardless after all this
time and his eyes are the amber emeralds as they open and tremble as fear
blows across the tidepool of his mind

he does not know me

he does not remember the bacchante evening under the glass stare of the
moose nailed to the wall above the carnival of the jukebox he does not
remember the secret he whispered into my hungry ear as his hands roved
over my ass for the world to see as he grunted and moaned while he was
deep inside me this too he does not remember and i am as empty as a night
street for it

instead he looks up at me in the pale citron morning in coldness now i
know that regret has softened the timbers holding him upright and he says
nothing does nothing as a muscle twitches on the underside of his lip a
smile that miscarries

my hand is cold on his chest and my skin is made of marble quartz against
the warm flesh of him that i  have taken into me that night

i hate the hungry animal eating my own liver that had tasted his flesh
and will let him go now that the hunger is appeased

awkwardly charming he resumes the armor of his suit mutters a platitude
smiles a lovely smile and goes into the morning light and i see him in
his unfamiliar ramble on my pavement through the finger smeared window of
my bedroom