A beautiful piece of writing that looses me a little towards the end.
Skinless Love
Louise, pass the salt, please pass
the sun-our savory mornings.
On walks with the dog I'll bring you tied like
a kite to my wrist, your face bobbing in the moonlight.
a kite to my wrist, your face bobbing in the moonlight.
I dream of you riding a giant spider.
You are all dangle, darling and weightless.
Reel me in tied to your mouth (silk-spin),
your secret glands sticky with waiting.
Save me for later like a peppermint,
I'll nap under your tongue, lick your furry palate.
Who needs breasts, eyebrows, or white platelets?
I think devotion is like this:
skinned of art
a bodiless mingling.
Beyond your cotton-stuffed limbs and nylon slacks,
your greasy cells buttered in wax.
We love beyond all these drippings,
a love that lasts.from Fields, Ribbons, Folds: Somatic Landscapes for Zaha Hadid by Hadara bar-Nada
