by svelte walker
this brought to mind Rodin's "Gates of Hell"
and it is just as hot.
Like in Yertle the Turtle, I do not want to be all the way at the bottom.
and quit giving yourself zeros goof ball
it was meant to mean pile of warm living,
bodies not at rest
Fantastic strophe:
"flash through slats
the shade of rattan and vinyl
across lover?s skin
time versus light, rake"