Like sisters, the cameraman says, praising our closeness. Is this how humans love their sisters, trunks entwined, a large love more sexual than their little bodies can encompass?
Everyone I know is my sister, mother, aunt, child, or Grandmother. Grandmother loves us all fiercely, never as close as I to my lovers, too wise or too careful for bodily love, for singling out just one or two of her daughters.
We, we are old enough to know this desire, not so old that we must turn from it.
Trumpeting at the purple evening sky, shouting our love to the world, to the herd, always to each other, a long low song of joy.
This piece was prompted by
elisem's jewelry and challenge; I made one small change to the wording after I sent this to Elise. The earrings in question are visible here.
The inspiration was primarily the title, but also the purple charoite beads. In the course of thinking about this, I went looking for pictures of elephants, and found myself at Wikipedia, reading about elephant behavior. The matriarchal, almost-all-female social groups of African plains elephants led me to the speaker of this piece.
Everyone I know is my sister, mother, aunt, child, or Grandmother. Grandmother loves us all fiercely, never as close as I to my lovers, too wise or too careful for bodily love, for singling out just one or two of her daughters.
We, we are old enough to know this desire, not so old that we must turn from it.
Trumpeting at the purple evening sky, shouting our love to the world, to the herd, always to each other, a long low song of joy.
This piece was prompted by
The inspiration was primarily the title, but also the purple charoite beads. In the course of thinking about this, I went looking for pictures of elephants, and found myself at Wikipedia, reading about elephant behavior. The matriarchal, almost-all-female social groups of African plains elephants led me to the speaker of this piece.
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