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SHE COMES
She comes
when I close my heavy eyelids
and rest my head in the darkness of desired sleep.
She comes, very pale, very slow,
staring at me silently,
and very upright,
she begins to untie her black hair.

She opens her mouth in a smile I cannot hear,
letting her entire dress fall.
And as I gaze, entranced, at her belly crowned in black,
six tiny, shriveled men
cling to her six breasts
and suck at their tips,
pink and stiff with pleasure.

SNAILS AND CARP HAVE HORNS
snails and carp have horns
see, didn’t I tell you?
carp and snails don’t have horns
see, didn’t I tell you?
snailfish and carpi have horns
see, didn’t I tell you?
carpy-coils and sparse ones don’t have horns
see, didn’t I tell you?
snailpods and pigs have horns
see, didn’t I tell you?
snailcoils and vines don’t have horns
see, didn’t I tell you?
snail-shells and fates have horns
see, didn’t I tell you?
snailbodies and shores don’t have horns
see, didn’t I tell you?
snail-cries and piggies do
see

KNOWING
to know
is to know knowing you
to know ourselves united
to unite ourselves
is to know one another
to know how to be
to finally be
is to know
to know ourselves
to know
the silent asp

"ANA HATHERLY"

I am sharing photos of landscapes, moments and experiences. Nature and sea are the most visited themes in my photo collection, but any attention-grabbing aspect can be photographed. Hope you enjoy it...