to them, of pleasure

Irina Rusanova, C’20 i. to Sappho what could be more [         ] beautiful than blossoms rubbing [         ] in the breeze ii. to Rimbaud  Rest your mind on this lonesome shoulder, cease to be skeletal, to wonder, wander, attaché of copulation. Ah, begotten one, sever that arm, that finger dripping with satisfaction. Your eyes bearContinue reading “to them, of pleasure”