Drugs
Coffee: the tightening at the heart.
The wreath of ice, like thorns
Arranged there to give pleasure.
The interpenetration of the nerves
And mind, until thought
Bites at your breast —keen lover
Or gourmand to a sentient peach.
Drugs
Coffee: the tightening at the heart.
The wreath of ice, like thorns
Arranged there to give pleasure.
The interpenetration of the nerves
And mind, until thought
Bites at your breast —keen lover
Or gourmand to a sentient peach.
Rachel Cusk photo courtesy the author.
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