“After that, nothing was real. It was fantasy, ecstasy, dread and apprehension. It was glory. They went to live in her apartment, and did not need a thing. Neither people nor food nor sleep. Nor the world. Because there was too much of each other within the hours that they would never have.”
— SO SOFTLY SMILING by Chester Himes from
The Collected Stories of Chester Himes (Himes, Chester)
I see her often.
When I have given up seeing everything.
In the darkness and in the light, when it’s softly raining and when it’s hardly night… I see her often.
She’s in the places where corridors end, and doors that are shut… speak of being opened.
In the middle of the night I find myself in endless hallways, in strange cities, in tortured lands, waiting for the one corner that I will turn, the one door I will open, the one promise I will break…
And she will be there.
And hell will have no dominion.
It’s a dream… I have.
—NO DOMINION copyright 2012 HT
Heroic Times 