The Room Where The Women Come and Go

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"Once in summer
when green tendernesses
slept in half shadows

once in autumn
when the pear trees deepened themselves
into their own embers

once in winter
when snow gusts
blanketed the standstill

once in spring
when someone waved goodbye
on a street corner

something black was blooming
on the black briar tree"

Werner Lutz, from “Kissing Nests” (translated by Mark Vincenz)

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labellefilleart:

The Laurel Wreath, Frederick Sandys

seabois:

Michael Peter Ancher - On The Beach At Skagen

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I Started To Dissolve In My Wanting

Today I awoke 

with dreams

of a red stapled neck.

…

And two parched lips

that moistened,

with every curve in your line,

every stroke.

….

Brown lilies,

were left dry

in the beating sun

…

But every ray 

of that sun

I used to watch your skin burn,

and throb.

…

My heart melted,

when you coiled your mouth.

..

Oh, that hazy blur 

of lucid longings.

“I want to be placed gently upon your soul”,

…

and to feel you 

recoil your breath,

as I scratch my solitude 

into the pit of your bosom.

…

Today I awoke, 

estranged.

I wanted to sigh

at the sight of your face.

….

But then what can be said,

if in dreams I love you more

than I do with eyes awake.

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