keep the wild inside

She nods toward the branches above, and a single howler growls back. Blue realizes the monkeys are waiting for her to speak. They are her audience here in the jungle, among the ruined Mayan gods, stone faces long with the loss of entire civilizations, of intricate literatures of dreaming and despair. Charlie feels the moment electric on her skin, and Blue sees her stroke her arms with her fingertips, another gentle reminder to herself that she is living and breathing. She speaks softly to the howler above her who has growled:

"I wonder about the power of love. Can a kiss echo beyond the clouds, behind the sky, past Mars and Saturn, to the skin of existence, to the edge of being, where the first heat still travels away from the beginning of everything? Can the memory of such a kiss touch a faraway heart the way a star twinkles in the sky? Who can kiss me like this?"

Blue keeps the camera on her face, but cannot bring himself to look into her eyes. This is a new person, a new being he has not met before. He stays silent.

"The lips I need," whispers Charlie, and Blue gets closer to catch her faint words, "The lips I need must come with eyes in which I can see the whole universe, and I must see these eyes no matter where I look in the world, and these eyes, everywhere, will beg me for a kiss."

Charlie jumps to her feet, and the monkeys are startled. The howls, furious, begin. Charlie shouts at the leaves, at the faces hidden behind them. She has ambushed the howlers and they scream at her in protest at her trick. Where is the rest of her sermon on love? Why this attack?

"Who begs me for a kiss!" screams Charlie.

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