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follow the dark

in ‘the Temptress,’ Garbo said –  I meet so many men  –
but she did not smile.

I gave a woman a name, & at times, my craving is a wilderness
without borders, & I call her by that name. she comes, knowing
my desperation. I’ve told her not to let other men call her that,
even if she falls in love.

she tells me she’s already fallen, & she only hears that name
when I speak it. we know passion; we know the hurt that love
brings. her world is small, but there are so many men.

even in the cold of my hermitage, she offers herself naked, &
upon our bed, she opens the petals of her fury; we are surrounded
by the storm of our bruising desire, as she ignites like a star,
3 times 3…  when we alight in the eye of the hurricane, I’m done.
I’m rapturously gone.

I tell her to sleep, & maybe she is thinking, are you done with me now?

it is in her dream that we are beautiful,
where we are simply our carnal selves  –

and speak no more of love…

(Art: Elena Kasparovich)

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