Expressions
He stood and looked at the ships. The sailors were busy.
That exquisite arm, moving, naked. He couldn’t
focus and define clearly the contour of the muscles.
The hairs hid the upper line, he couldn’t even see
the fingers in the fever of the regular job. Thus, he
was left with looking at the wet ropes, an ugly red
stern, the shadows of the masts, and a fish, bloodied,
shining and wriggling on the old quay expressing
the utter pain of the spectators, not that of the actors.
