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serenity2u -> Trees (7/16/2004 11:41:41 AM)
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They lay underneath the trees, in a forest far from the sounds of cars and other people. As they had made love they heard a bird cooing softly, and she asked him if he thought that perhaps the bird was asking them to be a bit quieter. He smiled and pulled her closer to him.
The sight of him above her, with the trees above him, had made her smile every time she opened her eyes. After a time she didn't keep them closed at all, and when she was close to the edge of her pleasure he smiled at the glory of being able to look deep into her eyes, for she rarely opened them when her pleasure overtook her.
When they were done they pulled the sleeping bag back over them toward against the moist chill of the overcast day. She told him how she loved to be silent with the backdrop of forest sounds, and how she would think of the daily life of a tree, but he wanted the chocolate that he had brought with him, and the crinkling of the wrapper hid her words from him. When she bit into that delicious bit of heaven, the darkness of something so sweet, she knew that she was in grave danger of having an association of chocolate and him together, of the feeling of her body, her blood deliciously ebbing away, and the way that they were after they made love. She told him of her danger and he only gave her more chocolate.
"Did you know that chocolate creates the same chemical state in your brain that being in love does? And that it is because it does this that people love to eat chocolate so much?" she asked him.
"Yes, it releases endorphins."
She put her hand over his mouth and said quickly, "Hush, it sounds more romantic when I tell it." Then she continued, "I knew someone who used to buy these ten pound dark chocolate bars. He never said so, but I am sure it was so that the woman of his dreams would eat some, and fall in love with him because of the chemical reactions going on in her head."
She paused then and looked at the sky instead of into his eyes, and who can say why but perhaps she was frightened of what she might see there. "You know, if you keep giving me chocolate I might fall in love with you too." He kept still then, maybe remembering her words about the existance and emotions of a tree.
After a time she repeated how she likes to think about trees and he asked her what exactly she does think about them.
"People think that trees are so boring, or that they have no emotions, just because they seem to be standing still.They aren't still at all, you know." Here she punctuated her conviction by simply turning her head a little and looking into his eyes. The electricity passed between their bodies and made her speak again, quickly. "I think of the sensation of sap, their blood, so much thicker and viscous than the stuff that carries our life. What it must feel like for a fluid like that to
crawl up and down the length of me. And to feel the sun, heat. When humans eat we destroy. Trees create life within themselves, and from the most basic of elements. Their toes curl into the cold earth for water and minerals, and their branches reach to the sky in an eternal stretch, almost a struggle, to reach the sun and the warmth of its rays.
"Trees have no muscles, so they have no consciousness of movement. When the wind touches them it must be like the touch of a lover, so sudden and sweet to be like an orgasm. When these pines create their cones, it is as deliberate as when they place a branch within the path of most sunlight, which is a hell of a lot more deliberate than when people try to recreate themselves with offspring."
"Humans are so fast, so blind. I am sure that a tree can see much more than I can because of it's need for light. And what kind of communication can go on between two trees? Imagine standing next to someone for the next thirty years! Should I stand next to you for so long, how hard would I try to hold you if you fell during a long winter storm?
"Such love as the love of two whose roots have grown together, who share their whiteness under their bark is impossible for us to imagine.
"I wish I could speak to a tree, to have it tell me of itself, of how it pushed its way through the earth to see its very first sunbeam, or how it survived the fire of '57. Sometimes if I sit very still I think I can hear the voices of the trees, although the mood is instantly gone if I try to say something. I am sure that the tree doesn't even know I am there, for how important to it could one lone human sitting at its feet be? But I listen all the same."
His hand tightened slightly around her waist. After she was silent for a while he said softly, "Wow." His eyes were wondrous and wide, thinking about this sweet woman with such gentle expressiveness, but she was not looking at him, or at anything else either. She was too busy feeling like a tree.
by serenity
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