I LICK IT OFF THE TILES


prologue: the Greek sage reeked heavenly,
with earth’s spine beneath me
(as Virginia had said it; Orlando had felt it)
I stomped mountains at dusk,
yellow streets at dawn
read Rimbaud together with the big ol’ snake of the lavender gardens

nights played like high fevers,
as I worked my way through Spanish mountains,
staring all day at an endless sun and also at Paco (not endless,
my neighbour)

DIARY, 2017 — 2019
 

harvest came, then I wentto taste the seas and   
love, yes love, I fell in love
   
afterwards I learned how to love, (amongst other
   
things), but first of all   
I had to fall.
   
(I now think all things both begins and ends with   
falling) 
 
his beauty was bursting in earth’s palette...
   

I melted on his tongue
   
like a cube of white sugar.
   


-UNDER CONSTRUCTION-