Wind of thought storm washes through Rohan's hair, through his eyes and into his mind. He tries to remain stable, to battle the weather. Close thunder claps into his eye whites and his pupils are gales of cloud light. She has seen them streaming. It has taken her a forever day to become this being. But Rohan is angry and has knocked away nature. She batters herself against the void of him - refracts back into air in a clap of close thunder.
Rohan's lips are parched with resistance. His face is in drought. He stands and she screams. He dreams of her coming. Her chewing, her clawing, her scratching, her gnawing. She breathes in his blood. His intestines shudder and squeeze, the gale in his face. He will die in this place. He is collapsing with love and with pressure. There is a break in the drought. He is pushed back upon the tree root system. His mind thought is knocked back onto his skull bone. He is lost from himself forever. He dreams of the empty weather above her.
She creeps into the bare-branched thought tree, consumed by the intensity of closeness and desire. It is here that she will finally rest. But he is asleep to the empty world. He does not see the reptilian fire pounding within her breast. She has changed into girl goanna to accommodate the heat of this desert. It has taken her a forever day to reach this place. She touches his face. A forever day and longer to slide her hot strong belly through the gibber and needle weed. She has barely blinked the heat from her eyes - in fear if losing sight of him. Her vision is storming in clouds of dry dust - but she senses him sleeping with her desperate love.
Time and time again he falls into the soft focus of her reptilian eye. The storm crackles and thuds in the air around her. She approaches him finally. She drags her belly down and scale across the branches towards the trunk. Close enough to pounce, to crush, within him if only she could swim. But she is reptilian and tree loving. The emptiness of sky makes her blood run cold. She is lost within herself without him.
The edge of the world is upon them - the plain of no-tree is burning - the power of thought-tree returning - as Rohan struggles to breathe - lightning snake strikes with its tail - the storm fury seethes - splitting the tree down the middle. The howler is hit - struck in the soft belly by the power of fate. She neither loves nor hates the edge of the world. She falls onto Rohan like a giant lizard. He is unconscious but she can see his face - she rests on his chest.
She is inside him and he is outside her. Her final evolution from howler to lover. All her life times she has struggled to find the light of his face. She has found her heaven, her peace, her resting place. She sheds her scales, her cold eye, hair falls about her, the shuddering spider - the fire inside her receding. The search is over. She is under the shelter of love. She bleeds for him to show him her cold love until there is nothing left. She has broken the drought tree in his wasted world. She is bleeding to death.
