Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,
dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,
what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars?
What primal night does Man touch with his senses?
Ay, Love is a journey through waters and stars,
through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain:
Love is a war of lightning,
and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity,
your margins, your rivers, your diminutive villages,
and a genital fire, transformed by delight,
slips through the narrow channels of blood
to precipitate a nocturnal carnation,
to be, and be nothing but light in the dark.
Running has become my therapy. I may not be the fastest on the track but when I am out there I don’t care. Running helps clear my mind of all the crazy bullshit from the day and to focus on that moment. When I am aching and drenched in sweat afterwards I feel rejuvenated and clarified.
Heels, garters and lace!