In the pit
I'll know that I have arrived at love when I'm bearing someone's face in my armpit. This is a place where I, in love, bury my face. It is like a dog, in ecstasy, rolling in offal, to cover herself in the scent of an other's being. The arm-pit, the core of essence!
I used to be a snake, coiled and patient. But now I am a moth and must wait out the day!
2009-04-05, 5:34 p.m.