Letters to Marion (And the Coming Generations)

A Gap in Her Teeth

48 Letters to Marion (And the Coming Generations) A Gap in Her Teeth Two rows of milk-white teeth ranged like marble at the entrance of Fuandem’s shrine. Hemmed by ebony lips like the skin of gold above all poetry above all wisdom…. Peering through the crack I see Bliss seated at akimbo. Her smile that was the charm of the gods spread eternity at my feet. Plastic Love The horror In the sensual sweet Now Separated from paradise By a thin layer of the condom If the riotous passion Shall not yield to The warm sensation of genuine love Nay, let me play the eunuch And dream till I am weary Feel without being felt Than being felt without the feel Is plastic love Nay let me stay, nay abstain And dream like a eunuch Till I am weary of life and death. If true love I shall not find. ...