This city is beauty
unbreakable and amorous as eyelids,
in the streets, pressed with fierce departures,
I am innocent as thresholds
and smashed night birds, lovesick,
as empty elevators
let me declare doorways,
corners, pursuit, let me say
standing here in eyelashes, in
invisible breasts, in the shrinking lake
in the tiny shops of untrue recollections,
the brittle, gnawed life we live,
I am held, and held
— Dionne Brand
3/11/2021 03:40:46 am
I like the effect of the close cropped photo, Annie. The shading of your lips as an answer to the questions your expression asks. The delight of the curlicues of hair to either side of your neck, and the crescent of the necklace on the valley of your neck inviting the eyes to the wishes of the supple graces of the ravine below.
3/11/2021 08:51:49 pm
Yes do, this poem is fantastic. It deserves some time.
3/12/2021 05:34:12 pm
Thank you and I do agree~
3/11/2021 07:52:39 am
Beautiful image, Annie. Love the shadows and light here, and the light shading of your lips.
3/11/2021 08:50:35 pm
Thank you so much my dear. It’s nice to hear from you ❤️
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