poetika / politika
During the long difficult night that sent my lover and I to separate beds, I dreamed of church and cunt. I put it this way because that is how it came to me. The suffering and the thick musty mysticism of the catholic church fused with the sensation of entering the vagina - like that of a colored woman’s - dark, rica, full-bodied. The heavy sensation of complexity. A journey I must unravel, work out for myself.
I long to enter you like a temple.”