I pu my finger to her lips. "You have to hush a minute so that I can tell you something. " "What?" she says, bites my finger. I look at her. "I love you. " She gets quiet, the kind of quiet that sinks into her, softens her. "Well that works out," she finally says, her voice deeper and breathless, her eyes moist, "because I love you too. " She turns, leans against my arm, and settles into me.
I feel more as if I'm shaping something with my hands. I feel as if I've always wanted to get to that state. Like a blind man in a dark room had some clay, what would he make? I end up with 2 or 3 forms on a canvas, but it gets very physical for me.