The Poetry in These Publicity Stills

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.

VI

Within a hand's reach from the foreskin

is fleshlessness, dense, resonant, boundless.

Touching, because of its nature, takes part

in the mystery of disembodiment.

I am rid of the body, but the shiver stays,

and so do the pain, the joy.

The shiver, the pain, the joy have no fear

that the skin might never reappear.

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.

Do you know what you lacked?

That dose of contempt without which

you cannot flip a woman on her back

to make her flounder like a turtle,

to make the heartless fool realize:

she cannot flip back on her own.

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.