re: #195 Salamantis

Nice! I like the topography of love conceit; works well both for the notion of lovers exploring each other’s bodies, and the notion of love as a new country to be explored, a geography to be mapped.

Here’s one of my favourites— was rereading Adrienne Rich’s 21 love poems earlier today:

[The Floating Poem, Unnumbered]
Whatever happens with us, your body
will haunt mine - tender, delicate
your lovemaking, like the half-curled frond
of the fiddlehead fern in forests
just washed by sun. Your traveled, generous thighs
between which my whole face has come and come -
the innocence and wisdom of the placee my tongue has found there -
the live, insatiate dance of your nipples in my mouth -
your touch on me, firm, protective, searching
me out, your strong tongue and slender fingers
reaching where I had been waiting years for you
in my rose-wet cave - whatever happens, this is.