“Loving is a journey with water & with stars, with smothered air & abrupt storms of flour: loving is a clash of lightening bolts & two bodies defeated by a single drop of honey. Kiss by kiss I move across your small infinity, borders, rivers, your tiny villages, the genital fire transformed into delight runs through the narrow pathways of the blood until it plunges down, like a dark carnation,until it is & is no more than a flash in the night.”

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