. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . where ImagInatIon comes to play

Monday, March 31, 2008

luminous

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His brilliance evoked desire in me, through his words I could touch my inner voice, his genius inspired and invigorated, injecting me with power I did not own. The eloquent words inevitably silenced, the Professor – that is, the man I had come to know and share my bed with for the past two decades – returned to the strangely luminous obscurity where he lived, and despite my deep affection, he would remain the conundrum I could not solve.
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