an excellent short poem about lust
(found this weekend to much delight, and presented here in lieu of all the half-written posts I have not yet managed to finish)
The Shirt
The shirt touches his neck
and smooths over his back.
It slides down his sides.
It even goes down below his belt—
down into his pants.
Lucky shirt.
-Jane Kenyon
The Shirt
The shirt touches his neck
and smooths over his back.
It slides down his sides.
It even goes down below his belt—
down into his pants.
Lucky shirt.
-Jane Kenyon
posted by kitabet at 9:37 PM
3 Comments:
That is an excellent poem. I have been having a terrible day and it made me smile!
Also, can I blogroll you?
dear szerelem, of course you may blogroll me. and now I have followed your link back and scanned your blog, and am hugely amused and delighted to find that there is someone else out there on the internets who simultaneously loves 'Isyankar', '1,2,3 soleil,' the Institut du Monde Arabe, that Cartier-Bresson photo of Nehru and Edwina, and thinks 'Kuzu Kuzu' is Tarkan's best song. Welcome (or hoşgeldiniz), o internet doppelganger!
i love this poem... :)
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