Sylvia Cloud

She gathers the stars

And draws them flaming

Into the palatial chasm

Buried beneath her breasts

I summon her as a hearth

Filling her sulfurous belly

With bitter fruit and straw

She fancies herself a poetess

Cries in myths, torrents

Of sparkling constellations

Drip from marcescent eyes

31 thoughts on “Drip

  1. My mind is making strange associations today. I immediately thought of Lars Von Trier’s film Nymphomaniac Part 1 when I read this, and I have no idea why. I suspect it may be because I saw it for the first time yesterday and my mind is still mulling over some of its themes. Beautifully written as always, Yves.

      1. Well, I can understand why folks have said it’s shocking and controversial, but truth be told I also found it quite moving and thoughtful too. I have no idea if Part 2 will be equally so, but we’ll see.

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