And this, the Angel Of Hope, called Mannie, She surprises Him, he sees in the Angel, she sees in
5 billion years in her thick red hands, s/he/she's making a mess on the kitchen table, shaking,
"Dirty Jane!! Jane is dirty! Grrr!" pulling out books from a bag, shaking, fixing together an electric toothbrush shouting
"Jane is dirty!", "Dirty Jane!", the Angel swifts down into the room, she reaches the kitchen because he watches a walk through the room, he is her never looking up, she fall jumps off the little wooden step, bends round hip and grabs his head between her hands and kisses his face, she says its forcefully, but it's gosh!, she looks so green blue atmosphere, old, suddenly he feels comfortable, but he's not laughing, he is still mumbling, with a kissed cap AND a scarf messily wrapped round his head, and she wanders outside to garden sit by the spiders, he is laughing, thinks she makes serious, and after he sees her flipping the love hard book off the table into her side, he shuts his eyes, with his green linen scarf wrapped messily round his head, dressed in black shirt he follows her to the alley garden, says he copies Byron, (Byronic! Look! AT the eyes!! The nose is almost the same!) She says HA! Mohammedan warrior!!
It is 'shabookmet';
'a given estimate of age that reveals itself to be, of an age, like ancient Grecian, where it is so want it is marriage, marriage is wholly Gods, the ancient has a man, who, invented love, the man looks, the woman is overcome, she says, 'You love me!' They love like they had been forever, the love is fervent, it invents no lies, it is eternal, it is already there in disguise, it is wanting, it is home, it says, Now, I will not woe...',this was the night before when Louis and Mannie married in the kitchen and bowed to the Imam and ignored each other all night, and he laughs at her, older, runs away into the kitchen, milk in tea is a mission, he hides in milkcups, he can look at cats and even talk to them, he seeks in milk, but he/her hides, add a little sweat, a glow, add a dusky smell, leftovers, cat food...the kiss wanted; her bathrobe is like royal purple ancient love velvet, ancient loved dark haired, dark thick eyed ancient love, he sees in the Angel, Heaven, he sees in 5 billion years in her thick red hands,
Jane is dirty...Jane; is '
ashoomen 'means;
'the first time Louis bed, the watchers body possess Jane, she looks with brown eyes, she likes so much she's skies'...Huh! And does Louis know?!
NOOOO!!...because This Love;
It is
'shabookmet';
'a given estimate of age that reveals itself to be, of an age, like ancient Persian, where it is so want it is marriage, marriage is wholly Gods, the ancient has a man, who, invented love, the man looks, the woman is overcome, she says, 'You love me!' They love like they had been forever, the love is fervent, it invents no lies, it is eternal, it is already there in disguise, it is wanting, it is home, it says, Now, I will not woe...',
... dark haired, she is an ancient man, comfortable kitchen with wide shoulders wrapped in Greek Arabian robes, smells like tobacco in rich velvet, billions of years old...the man is smelling ancient, turning round in the doorway to click her fingers and wiggle, like the servants give her in Indian palace and she is still man, dark eyes, where are those eyes? just eyebrows all cuddly rich when she grabs his face in her hands and gives Italian religious kiss, and she harem dances backwards to the bathroom just the hands shaking, the steps wide and shuffling, big smiles, the henna fingerclicks, ancient dark eyes still shining man, the yellow geometric pattern on the corner of ropes, like only the two of us know Hindi, and Hindi says;
"I Love Thee! We are Heaven!", a booka emelu, Boom sparkle! In comes the youthful younger Beloved, jumping forward, her soul from her skin, bang bang, la hula la hula!! wide eyes! say question?...Hindu goddesses, Indian dancers, "
I love you" fingers, coasting teacups in hands brushing lovingly, silent whispers, scrambled eggs whisked light fingers, lemon tart, is cooking, she says, for a man who is never dead, gives '
arapat' means;...
'a look like silver, a hope in bed, a love height that reads, a little, higher than angels, hope in God, highest salvation'...That is
SHABOOKMET he sees in the Angel, he sees in 5 billion years in her thick red hands "Ha! ugly hands!"In 1940's they wore suits and sparkling ballgowns, faces etched with ancient eternal tears, when the Assyrians killed the ancient Greeks, they giggled, because the Greeks said muddy, when Mohammad cried they jumped, when the slave traders arrived in ancient Africa they wept, O! Angel of Love, and the Angel of Hope! Fallen to Earth! Lars woke up they had old children, they have 300 angelchildren, 1929 born son is weeping, he's '
shulvet' means;
'depressed on meeting, loving dad, hearing Heathen, crying dead...' But Mummy and I are; '
shavirer!' means;
'we were hipper than Him, we bring Him, hopefully Him, feeling God!'
Shabookmet! is; ' O! Happy Love! This Ancient Taste!'........
ECSTASY
arapat {ap} ECSTATIC...
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