by Algonquin Twit
to read a poem here by someone who can use imagery and (omigod) enjambment intelligently in a poem. I especially liked this: They could burn again, a sip / spread in languid liquid, kiss / as fingertips mold to a face
a memory of what was once / a fine dust floating in the light[.] I quite liked the ending image, though I'm not sure it makes rational sense. (Is the page empty if there is charcoal on it?) Good poem. Nice picture.
I have no idea what anyone is talking about, some people go nuts for porn, I just like pictures. (5) Reminds me of my days on bikini.
Shiva and I.