Saturday, December 4
SEX All the years waiting, the whole, barren, young Life long. The gummy yearning All night long for the far white oval Moving on the ceiling; The hand on the head, the hand in hand; The gummy pages of dirty books by flashlight, Blank as those damaged classical groins; Diffusion of leaves on the night sky, The queer, sublunar walks. And the words: the lily, the flame, the truelove knot, Forget-me-knot; coming, going, Having, taking, lying with, Knowing, dying; The old king's polar sword, The wine glass shattered on the stone floor. And the thing itself not the thing itself, But a metaphor. (Jean Valentine)