For how could one express in words those emotions of the body?
Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
I would like to be the Milky Way, star-stretched and caught by your eye, a lens made vigorous by my streak of starlight. Beheld. I would like to be that bird, hover point, my beak just above the water, the moment your eye blinks the shutter my shudder which is either from your shot, captured, or from the expectation of flight and freedom.
Oh, what a magnificent poem. So sensual, so vivid, so full of life and living.
ReplyDeleteOh my...
ReplyDeleteShe said, patting her bosom with her hankie.
(This means I feel exactly like Rosemarie about this poem.)
Smoking hot!!!
ReplyDeleteGorgeous.
ReplyDelete"... either ... or ..."
ReplyDeleteExtraordinary. Thank you for this.
This is love.
ReplyDeleteI love this.
ReplyDeleteExquisitely evocative.
ReplyDeleteLove this poem with that image. Wishing you health, happiness and more love in 2018. x0 N2
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