STAR STRUCK

There is a man who has always been alive.  He is the ugly man, with the love pent up in his back and his head like a mountain seeking solace in clouds.  He has been called by the woman of the smile that loves over distances and dazzles along the soft exhalation of her expression.  Even were there not air to carry sound or for her to breathe, the little, bent, old loving man would hear her, here, where only he can be found.  He turns, and her star smile and eye sparkle are like new bones; they find the little man heart, and even grinch hearts don’t creak and groan the way his gnarly little back does as it straightens.  He has finally been told of the sky and shown a ladder, a skeleton for a new life.

And now, she is lengthwise by the pool, and the man is an ant, having climbed to the sky of her damp silhouette on the cement.  To him, her gracefulness is like swimming in his own antness; though he may be born to only seek it, he dives.

She is lengthwise by the pool, and she hears his ant dreams of sand grains, brown hills, and deep queens.

He watches her rise up to lean on her elbow, glistening, having suddenly remembered her sunscreen.

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WITH ALTERNATE FIRST PARAGRAPH:

Suddenly, a jabberwok falls out of the sky.  It looks like a potato after heavy use in a spud gun fight, or an especially thickset california raisin.  It is the legless, wingless variety of wok; it rolls, like pockmarked, loaded, ancient playing dice.

It is the ugly man!, with the love pent up in his back and his head like a mountain seeking solace in clouds.  He has been called by the woman of the smile that loves over distances and dazzles along the soft exhalation of her expression.  Even were there not air to carry sound or for her to breathe, the little, bent, old loving man would hear her, here, where only he can be found.  He turns, and her star smile and eye sparkle are like new bones; they find the little man heart, and even grinch hearts don’t creak and groan the way his gnarly little back does as it straightens.  He has finally been told of the sky and shown a ladder, a skeleton for a new life.

And now, she is lengthwise by the pool, and the man is an ant, having climbed to the sky of her damp silhouette on the cement.  To him, her gracefulness is like swimming in his own antness; though he may be born to only seek it, he dives.

She is lengthwise by the pool, and she hears his ant dreams of sand grains, brown hills, and deep queens.

He watches her rise up to lean on her elbow, glistening, having suddenly remembered her sunscreen.

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