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The Book of Dead Chest Death is not necessarily an old and withered book with dry pages. It can be a thousand leaves of strong and shining text on a powerful body, held erect on the vertebrae of a strong … Continue reading
The Book of Silence Tongue Whispering can be a rest from a noisy world of words.
The Book of Secrets Eye-lids Blind eyes cannot read. Fingers A hand cannot write on itself. Scalp Itch to read, scratch to understand. Inside legs Investigation is never complete. Scrotum Words reproduce themselves pleasurably too.
The Book of the Seducer If you were not to be its victim, this book and body Would amuse you with its arrogance. It would make you laugh. Because you were not it’s victim, you would feel no pain of … Continue reading
The Book of Youth If God approved of his creature’s creation, He breathed the painted clay-model into life by signing His name Where is a book before it is born? Does a book grow like a tree? Who are a … Continue reading
The Book of the Lover This is a book and a body that is so warm to the touch My touch. I have pressed this book to my eyes, to my forehead, to my cheeks, I have held this book … Continue reading
The Book of the Exhibitionist A gaudy volume, gross and florid, too many pages stuffed into too fleshy covers. An overweight volume. It’s greasy with expanded effort. Each word is pumped up with consonant cholesterol. It’s full of fat words. … Continue reading