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“once more, I am
flat out
on a slab of oolitic limestone,
absorbing the dusk
leaking blue
through its tall net
of branches”
― The Florists At Midnight
flat out
on a slab of oolitic limestone,
absorbing the dusk
leaking blue
through its tall net
of branches”
― The Florists At Midnight
“How do I look to him?" she asked herself. She got up and brought a long mirror towards the window. She stood it on the floor against a chair. Then she sat down in front of it on the rug and, facing it, slowly opened her legs. The sight was enchanting. The skin was flawless, the vulva, roseate and full. She thought it was like the gum plant leaf with its secret milk that the pressure of the finger could bring out, the odorous moisture that came like the moisture of the sea shells. So was Venus born of the sea with this little kernel of salty honey in her, which only caresses could bring out of the hidden recesses of her body.”
― Delta of Venus
― Delta of Venus
“Perfect Timing"
The night I fell in love with you I lost my watch:
stripping off at the sea’s edge, it fell into the dark
as I swam out into a night thick with stars,
with fisherman calling from one lit boat to another
of their catches and harbours, leaving for the dawn.
Imagine it now, plunged deep in cool sand, still hidden
years later, grains ticking over it one by one—
as your hands slide into me and I move to their pulse.”
― Spilt milk
The night I fell in love with you I lost my watch:
stripping off at the sea’s edge, it fell into the dark
as I swam out into a night thick with stars,
with fisherman calling from one lit boat to another
of their catches and harbours, leaving for the dawn.
Imagine it now, plunged deep in cool sand, still hidden
years later, grains ticking over it one by one—
as your hands slide into me and I move to their pulse.”
― Spilt milk
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