excerpt from OS
The Novel
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(19) Revelation : Divinity : IV of VII
A fanned palm shone in the Sun.
A Sharpened Shiv of Stone crossed the branch; the fanned palm dropped.
Original Man shone in the Sun. He lifted his knee, tucked the blade into the leafy sheathe, wrapped about his shin. He did not look back.
A radiant jeweled beach was brightly illumined. Black-Gold Sands were sparkled with precious stone. Across the way, along the opposing shore, waters of the Round River rushed between the beach and the Mammoth Mountain.
Original Woman stood behind him. She wrapped her arms loosely about his stomach. Her cheek caressed his shoulder.
Original Man had made habit of exploring the Paradise; venturing upon solo expeditions in search of mysteries—of the wonders that riddled the neighborhoods of the jungle. He had seen and experienced much. Shimmering waterfalls, enchanted caves and hot springs were only some of the natural majesties to which he had delivered Original Woman.
Original Woman was pleased with the radiant jeweled beach to which he had delivered her.
She relaxed her hold from his torso. Stepping past him, she cautiously advanced across the fanned palm that rest upon the rolls of Black-Gold Sands. Original Woman stopped.
It was the first she had seen sand. She touched her toe to their warmth. Their touch, their warmth, she found inviting.
With her first step upon them, she reached to her head and loosened the intertwined leaf fibers that tied her hair back. She ripped and tossed them off. The thick ponied dread was freed and she shook it out.
Mahogany, Natty, Earthy locks splayed across her back. She turned her eyes over her shoulder and extended precious invitation upon him. Original Man was already drawn to the One Summit, beyond.
A high halo of cirrus clouds swirled about and concealed the peak of the mountain. Out from below the misty mountaintop, one river on the North and one river on the South crossed down the grassy mountainsides. Both flowed into and formed the circular river of Crystal Waters that ran along the shore of their beach.
Aside the palm-fan, he gazed across the Black-Gold Sands to the Crystal River that circled the Mountain. Beyond the waters, just past the opposing shore across from him, he observed a lightly worn, grassy path, running straight up the face of the Mountain. Original Woman saw that he saw this too, and arose and sauntered in his direction.
With her wide, cherry eyes upon him, she put her arms about his shoulders. Original Man understood Original Woman wished to receive him; a concern beyond him. She took a step back and he did not resist as she took him by the hand.
Original Woman pulled and welcomed him to the beach. Side by side, they crossed the black and golden rolls with careful stride, until with regal precision, Original Man stopped and gazed upon their prime lot of land. She started nibbling, playfully biting the skin of his shoulder, hungry. And then she stopped.
By the peripheral vision, her crimson eyes had caught onto a faceted glinting that flashed by a ray of Sun. Amidst the Black-Gold Sands, amongst all the vibrant and precious gem—out of the many, there was one. Original Woman crossed her legs into seat before the Ruby.
The Ruby rested against the lines of her palms. He was watching her absorption with the stone, when the current of the waters took his attention with it. The Crystal River ran swift along the shore of the Black-Gold Beach.
Original Man walked to the waterside. Across the way, he could see the colorful flowers, in bloom and sprinkled amongst the wild grasses of the Mountain. When he stepped into the river, a bright silvery school of fishes darted from beneath the Lotus Flower. It was floating upon the river surface, right along the shore before him.
Firm and fastened with unrelenting roots, the Lotus Flower held strong, infinitely fighting against the current, circling about the Mountain. Above the waters, beads of Crystal Waters gleamed upon its petals of lacy-pink. Upon the bud of crayon yellow was a Golden Honeybee.
The Honeybee crawled and scraped its fibrous legs through the bud. Bit by bit, it carefully speared and basketed the pollen nuggets, shaking off the excess gathered. The Golden Honeybee zipped along an upward-diagonal line of flight that sharply halted inches from the head of Original Man.
For seconds, a sonorous hum was communed unto his attentive ear.
The Golden Honeybee darted over the River and raced up the Mountain. Original Man studied the subtle path that rose along the grassy climb. He wondered what was hidden about that bright white downy ring of clouds, eternally settled upon the mysterious peak.
Original Man had traveled far and wide throughout the Paradise. He had mounted and taken ride upon Holy Mammoth; he had wrestled Saber-Tooth Tiger. Original Man had yet to climb the Mountain—the One Summit—at the center of the Paradise.
Eyes to the Sun, he figured he could be there by High Time if he left now. A hiss—a whisper—lifted off the tip of her tongue—
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The sound stimulated some magnetic attraction—a charge—between them. His brow furrowed with attentive fervor. His frame tightened against something beyond and within his control.
A Naked Honey’d Hourglass of Sun, she lay upon the Black-Gold Sands, lips closed, stretched at length across her belly. With her tongue, she passed its shining facets to her front teeth. Gently, she bit.
Original Woman was waiting with wide cherry eyes intent upon him. He watched the gleaming of multifaceted stone, gleaming as the waters in which he waded. He was thinking—
Throughout all his ventures—through and throughout all Walls of the Paradise—he had come upon no object—no creature, nor discovery exceeding the mystery of Original Woman. Her sound—her fire—her touch and desire, all together, conspired to allure and arouse him to the height of action.
Original Man shook the dark-brown dreads from his face and looked up the steeps of the Mountain. Reaching down to the leafy sheathe shin, he removed the Sharpened Stone Shiv, bound within the leafy sheathe at his leg and swung with swift motion. He turned around and stepped in her direction. He stopped before eclipsing the Sun from her face.
A shadow’s length away, Original Woman swallowed the Ruby by Light of the Sun. Obediently, patiently, quaintly she waited. The Lotus Flower, freshly cut, at rest in the palm of his hand, bore petals that were so very vibrant.
All in innocence.
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The Novel
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BLONDYN.COM
