Bind~

Here is the book . . . .

to the observant eye it is not simply white leather

but bound with the moon

the silver embossed letters have a four dimensional quality

that bleed from the cover to play with dust motes swimming the sunlight

the language is very old

in fact it may well have been written before the first man felt mud on his feet

but that is a fancy

though in the curl of seemingly disjointed letters

there seems to be a movement

a rhyme to the reason of the story;

a bone man with ink eyes reopened this book inside an ivory cradle

gently he unlatched the jeweled clasp

and opened it to the first page

whispering

"You were made for me"

as he left the indents of his fingertips

and mind

deep within the leather

 

Here is the book . . . .

opened to the middle

where it is frayed and fragile

a violet pressed between two pages

butterflies in its skin

a story weeping its body in deep ink across a indigo drawing

of a mad girl laughing in the skin of a wolf

purity dripping down her thighs into a soft

reflective pool

as a hundred odd men worship her

with a curious brand of love;

one man with cream hair and ocean eyes

kisses the back of her tiny hand

a garland of lilies for her brow

whispering

"You were made for this"

 

Here is the book . . . .

her pages rushing under a thousand hands

writing and rewriting the color of her eyes

patterns that may be words branding the brittle pages

until

the back cover shuts out the sounds of laughter and screams

and murmuring lives

and the woman locks her eyes

her lips swollen with countless generations aching to be told

she flips the book

which to the observant eye is manifested in calligraphic flesh

and rare

white ink bones

she pushes it across the table

she says

"Rewrite me . . . .rebind me . . . .I was made for this, after all"

 

Here is the book . . . .

 

 

 

 

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Reviews

[Lachenille Papillion]

You are the most beloved yet tattered book in the hands of all humanity... I often ponder whether they should be aloud(pun intended) to read it for themselves, with their soiled little fingers of immaturity... perhaps it should only be read to them, from the hands of Motherhood, the voice of experience, and the wisdom from which it spills and to which they attain to grasp... sigh, after all, if we want to preserve the beauty within, should not we caress the vessel that carries it with delicate love???

[Intern'l Shultzfeather]

You be trippin Skyeeee

[Jonathan De Elvira]

Believe me Selene, this was just showed how much talented you are as a writer...
No surprise here, I was very, very impressed milady...

[TAO]

hehe...Selene App...

Selene, what in the world is this? A journey through times, space, feeling; the unlocking of the shackles from a woman's feet, a truth buried in ideas that were before men ever knew how to speak them? Whatever this is, it's insane (I mean that in the best possible way), and I feel all the more...high...for having read it.

[Aven]

another fantastic write... I need to get a selene app for my iphone so I'm never without your words! :)

[Robin]

this is the story of woman through the hands of time and man ~

"her lips swollen with countless generations aching to be told"

calligraphy in violet , poetic in the deepest hues ~

[Matthew Kult]

A beautiful journey, aren't we all open books with stories to tell, a shame some only make a few pages, and others make encyclopedias*(sp?). A great write as always,

Matthew

[Dream Weaver]

This wonderful story could be applied to modern day life.
Is it about arrogance blind faith or The female version of
Peter and the wolf...Very interesting indeed ;)

[My Fair Lady]

A beautiful self portrait of the ever lovely Selene

[Ed Hart]

if i have anything, it is an observant eye...and, see, here is my muddy feet to prove it...and more, as any sly old fox knows...follow the wolf, there will always be eats, if you're patience and careful, and learn to read the good book...look, there is the moon...shall we not howl through this silence

[David W Moore III]

oh and first too!