Duke University - Chanticleer Yearbook (Durham, NC)

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2. INTO THE WOMAN: It was especially the curve of her neck which excited him. Her head knew that it was part of her body — so often either the head or the body seems to have been added on as an afterthought — and it floated on the tapering cone that began with the sinews on her shoulders. Your neck is like the Tower of David, but for an arsenal, whereon hang a thousand bucklers, all of them shields of warriors. When she moved she first willed it in her navel, and then all of her flowed pressureless across the ground, the string of a musical instrument pulled to the proper tension by her head and her feet. Your belly is a heap of wheat, encircled with lillies. She copied her movements from no-one, not from the undulations of the cowboy ' s whore nor from the defiant strides of the Liberated Woman. When she enfolded him she softened her bones and became many-armed, many-legged, many-mouthed and many-breasted. There was only She and Him. Their movements were not calculated, they were movements moved by the langourous swelling of the ocean, by the pirouetting of bees dancing with themselves, by the breathing of the seasons. Let us come to one another ' , a voice said, and the breathing of the seasons quickened, the bees pirouetted faster and louder, the ocean cracked and roared, the Man and the Woman became larger than the universes and fell into each other as white hole exploding into black hole and there was peace as each slept in the forest of the other ' s groin. 18