These are the last songs, the music for a man condemned to the noose and a woman hanging out her last wits. When the earth hums with the sound of jealous trumpets, they dance devil-quick upon rotting floorboards and dank carpets, the heady fog allowing them to forget their sins. Skin is rich with wine and dirt, and they know when the moon turns her heels, the music will dissipate-- but the air tastes of lust, and for now--
Photo is "The Old City Market At Night" by Jozef Pankiewicz

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