As the convict studies
His prison’s geography
I study the trappings
Of your body, dear love
For I must someday find
An escape from its snare
– Kamala Das
Prisoner of love. by ~fantasmagoryczny
Feb 142011
Jan 262011
It was like listening to the record of a symphony before you knew anything at all about the music,
what the instruments might sound like, look like, what portion of the orchestra each represented:
Apr 202010
Marriage is not
a house or even a tent
it is before that, and colder:
Apr 082010
On your dazzling throne, Aphrodite,
Sly eternal daughter of Zeus,
I beg you: do not crush me
with grief