- how loose metaphor is - these petals all gloss and gaudy symmetry are they really cunt? and the bee all exoskeletal buzzing otherly flesh? - maybe more those creatures hidden in shells - how they ripple to stimuli withdrawing into fists or swelling out to rich currents - tropical shallows water salt and warm as blood - but a clam is coldblooded and will not do for cunt blood-fat poulticed between thighs - what in any case can say her interiority - cunt the web of nerves which makes the body luminous - to take a lover's cock is to mouth him entirely all sevenfold histories and incarnations fleshly and immaterial and likewise vice versa - sight the least of it - touch a language of the mind we have no words for vanishing always - such asymmetrical delicacies scarce to be admitted - a carelessness enough to violate - and the whole world abristle with damage technology - no wonder metaphor hides us from us - yet -

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