Excerpt from "Full Woman, Fleshly Apple, Hot Moon":
Full woman, fleshly apple, hot moon,
thick smell of seaweed, crushed mud and light,
what obscure brilliance opens between your columns?
What ancient night does a man touch with his senses?
Loving is a journey with water and with stars,
with smothered air and abrupt storms of flour:
Loving is a clash of lightning-bolts
and two bodies defeated by a single drop of honey.
Excerpt from "Full Woman, Fleshly Apple, Hot Moon":
Full woman, fleshly apple, hot moon,
thick smell of seaweed, crushed mud and light,
what obscure brilliance opens between your columns?
What ancient night does a man touch with his senses?
Loving is a journey with water and with stars,
with smothered air and abrupt storms of flour:
Loving is a clash of lightning-bolts
and two bodies defeated by a single drop of honey.
Excerpt from "Full Woman, Fleshly Apple, Hot Moon":
Full woman, fleshly apple, hot moon,
thick smell of seaweed, crushed mud and light,
what obscure brilliance opens between your columns?
What ancient night does a man touch with his senses?
Loving is a journey with water and with stars,
with smothered air and abrupt storms of flour:
Loving is a clash of lightning-bolts
and two bodies defeated by a single drop of honey.