Digital slydes. Poems With Out Lainie |
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Green
My greenish skin is rubbing off on you.; oh your eyes have changed colours and the tone of your voice, quietly soothing, breathes out this chlorophyl air.; let us swim again, deep in the embrace of your fluid.
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Purple
Three slits on the edge of my back, three blueish clefts on each side of my back. The pressure increases very steadily.; A little respite while you lick your paws, only to insert your nails, a little deeper again.
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Orange
Tes membres sur le sofa noir. Une composition détachée, distendue. Bras et jambes bougent à peine, mais le halètement se poursuit. Le contact, insensible, inaudible. D'une bande parallèle désespérément lisse s'exhale une trace large et pleine, un vaccin hydreux t'inocule un bref instant. J'avale l'invisible volupté, en cet endroit parfait délié d'une volute orange.
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Brun
Un instant affaibli. Une minute vide. Un moment brun, les lumières absentes, les pupilles grises. La reine descendue, le décor arraché, l'installation est prête.
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Opal
The procession enters.; one by one, the similarly shaped artifacts, one over the next. A body risen, a living body, a moving corpse elevated between us. Held in the vivid memory of your past presence, how could I hear the warmth of
your embrace ?
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New York
du 16 au 18 mars 2004
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