parisbird

well, I had a strange night.

that's an understatement.

took lots of pics with & of M.


(my arm, her leg)


(my arm, her body)


(her body)


(her body)


(her body)


I put my mouth
Close to running water
Flow north, flow south,
It will not matter,
It is not love you will find.

I told the wind:
It took away my words:
It is not love you will find,
Only the bright-tongued birds,
Only a moon with no home.

It is not love you will find:
You have no limbs
Crying for stillness, you have no mind
Trembling with seraphim
You have no death to come.

- Phillip Larkin


& on my arm: "that I / drag my extinction in search of you" is from Li-Young Lee's 'The City In Which I Loved You.'