Portland bodies are pale and mild. Mild bodies need milk and honey—reduced in heat—drink and let it overflow from your mouth, your heart.
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When the sun radiates through the grey here, it might be delightful to devour something sweet and tangy, pull and tug with teeth, rub the frosting from lips, smile.
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There is sweet desire: a young lover feasting on her pale thighs. There is bitter yearning: a promise of such an act. How to choose? Both fill the gap between a passive, pale existence and a wild, honeyed heart.
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
The Sky Between a Pale Existence and a Wild Heart
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2 comments:
Wow - yum. So glad this makes me and dreamy of course. What glorious mixture of imagery you've measured! Most surely a creative heart with hands that create goodness.
Hi,
Glad to hear you're writing again. Your images are strong, but scary. I hope I don't hear you change your name to ravenous lover soon. :)
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