domingo, 7 de outubro de 2012

and all I want...

You told me you like my mouth. You want to kiss
me.

My mouth is a wound and you
want to kiss me.

But you’re like
that: You want to go leaping over cliffs–
you want to go drinking poison
and then write pretty poems about it–
and all I want to do is fuck you.

Daphne Gottlieb, Why Things Burn


Bill Brandt, 1938




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