Artful

When we made particularly good love it was as if a new place in the world, or maybe a new place out of the world, a place apart, revealed itself, a landscape just rolling itself open, in my head — was it in my head? because it was all around me, a great unfolding green landscape, and it’d be as if I was traveling fast through it and over it in flight, skimming it like a flat-edged stone can skim a surface of water, touching it to leap away above it. I thought how somewhere at the core of this lovemaking I had sometimes known, understood for a moment, what goes on at the core of the earth down through all the roots, past the taproots, way down through the layers of cold to the layers of heat, right through to platelet level.