3. Dark and Wrinkled
Dark and wrinkled like a deep pink,
It breathes, humbly nestled among the moss
Still wet with love that follows the gentle
Descent of the white buttocks to the edge of its border.
Filaments like tears of milk
Have wept under the cruel wind pushing them back
Oversmall clots of reddish marl,
And there lose themselves where the slope called them.
In my dream my mouth was often placed on its opening;
My soul, jealous of the physical coitus,
Made of it its fawny tear bottle and its nest of sobs.
It is the fainting olive and the cajoling flute,
The tube from which the heavenly praline descends,
A feminine Canaan enclosed in moisture.
-Rimbaud
Tasty, eh?
Dark and wrinkled like a deep pink,
It breathes, humbly nestled among the moss
Still wet with love that follows the gentle
Descent of the white buttocks to the edge of its border.
Filaments like tears of milk
Have wept under the cruel wind pushing them back
Oversmall clots of reddish marl,
And there lose themselves where the slope called them.
In my dream my mouth was often placed on its opening;
My soul, jealous of the physical coitus,
Made of it its fawny tear bottle and its nest of sobs.
It is the fainting olive and the cajoling flute,
The tube from which the heavenly praline descends,
A feminine Canaan enclosed in moisture.
-Rimbaud
Tasty, eh?VIEW 9 of 9 COMMENTS
ttubretep:
I too love the new pic. Do you get a lot of comments to the affect that you somewhat resemble Janeane Garofalo? 'Cause you do. Except you look like you smell better than her.
wisp:
Thanks for the compliments, I really need them today! Growl.