Reading through Vera Pavlova's book of poetry, If There Is Something To Desire, I couldn't help but notice that we have the perfect visual compliment to her poems right here in the pictures of our short. More synergy.
A beast in winter, a plant in spring, an insect in summer, a bird in autumn. The rest of the time I am a woman. |
I feel your flesh so full in me, that I do not feel it at all on top of me. Is all of you within me, a thing-in-me? Or is all of you outside of me, and only seems to be? |
Why is the word yes so brief? It should be the longest, the hardest, so that you could not decide in an instant to say it, so that upon reflection you could stop in the middle of saying it. |