- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Dear Marcelle, Love, Simone
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Click hereShame looks like furs on her. Elegant and cruel. Poured love like porridge from the finally tapped vessel; it spills to this moment. Before the accident she described herself as one-dimensional and vapid. After the crime, the violation, she became like artificial light: inescapable but replaced often. She admires what is between your legs.
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susansnowover 10 years agoAuthorThanks for your feedback. Just message me if you ever want to know the "truth" behind the piece. Or if it something I've dreamed up in a haze...
HarryHillover 10 years agobut when I see 'em I always read. good to see you.
susansnowover 10 years agoAuthorThere's an allusion more to "Story of the Eye." Perhaps there's a taste of Severin but mostly Simone and Marcelle from Bataille's work.
Oldbear63over 10 years ago"Shame looks like furs on her. Elegant and cruel."
"became like artificial light: inescapable but replaced often"
