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CALLASSA
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The late afternoon ambience was soaking my half opened eyes. My bedroom was pregnant with the potential for elevation of my senses. I had felt myself moving, whether of my own volition or through the assistance of another, I was undecided. How the latter, how, indeed? I could guess and second guess, but there was a beautiful truth I didn’t need to guess at and it was latent within everything. It was in the flutter of the curtains, in the flickering light, in the thrown back sheets, in the position of the window and so on and so forth. Could I hold back the wishing for my lover to be here with me? What did his absence really mean, because he was here forever, he and I inextricably bound. He was so because I had brought him. Yes. Yes. Yes. I really had brought him. No more the holding back of what was a foothold in a different certainty …
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Extract : Callassa. The Astrocalla
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CALLASSA
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The red polka-dot dress was where I had left it. The red latex in which I was attired was loosened and it made a crackling sound as I moved my legs.
How long was it since I had made love, as in the act being beyond mere sex? The answer was a very long time. I wanted to share my body, my sanctuary, my garden. I wanted to let my lover walk within me and blow butterflies across the space. I wanted my lover to curl in the containment of my womb.
I asked myself why there were so many people who thought nothing of me for all my qualities uncountable? What was it that made them aloof from my friendship, my time, my space? I had no answer.
Why was there the necessity to retreat from their despoiling? I had no answer.
Why was it that the music of the trees and the branch’s swaying made me feel better in their sound than within that of people making? I had no answer.
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Extract : Callassa. The Astrocalla
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callassa
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