Monday, January 25, 2010

Why is conversation the aphrodisiac of aphrodisiacs?

Talking over the slurp of oysters. Mmmmm. Was intimacy ever so public, ever so poetic? Well then, consider laughing as the echo of conversation which silence will pare to a delicate comfort.

Remember this on your birthday. Pair this with whomever and revel.

1 comment:

  1. A glint of rain on the blackening beach
    and they go another way

    Some birds sing to snakes
    before night burns their feathers

    Another year turns into footsteps

    She remembers wind and gestures
    Tastes the hay and no one else