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The high priestess sits at the entrance to the temple, her eyes open and still, her hands folded in her lap. From across the great chessboard plane I approach her. She never looks away, yet never looks at me, never moves, never gives a clue if she notices me or not. I ache to […]
heat drips from the shutters brilliant yellow sun pulses hot shadows vanish eyelids hang heavy disguises melt window curtains blow open balmy bodies flow trails of slow smoke hair falls free sweat drops gather slide smells rise heavy rumble of earth calling your thigh wants I follow salt down sound of water closing over […]
Making love last night, light as lace soft as skin, slow as the passing of the moon.
First comes being here, exactly here. All the rest follows, intentionless as a dream.
Do I dream these touches delicate as snow bending the hairs on my back? Lips and tongues brush weightless as ghost […]
Not a word! The eyes speak in rivers, the fingers in trees. The body has a language all its own: this time we’ll send the interpreter home.
I will open you petal by petal taking all the time in the world. I will build with you a […] |
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