Jour deux cent dix-huit. 218/365.

#escapril jour 5 : The view from up here

One layer down

I scan the mountains of myself as

I turn on the tap.

Second layer down, a short sigh of relief and a grunt

I knead my belly roughly, loaf-ing out loud

I don't like what I see

I never like what I see

Who ever does like what they see ?

Looking for a rolling pin under the sink but

Instead I reach for the shower head.

Final layer down, a glance

at the foliage of my legs

at the grooves,

at the old stitches,

at the slots,

at the hidden knots that are now

part of my design.

Glancing queen,

Showering -

Only quarantined.

Jour deux cent dix-sept. 217/365.

#Escapril day 4 "Earthly pleasures"

I could write about

Your lips your skin your ass

I could write about

Your chin that lifts ever so softly as you moan

I could write about

Your eyelids that tremble as you exhale

I could write about

My own flesh swelling in desire

I could write about -

Your eyes your eyes your eyes your eyes your eyes your eyes your eyes your eyes your eyes your eyes your eyes as I fu-

I could write about your laughter

How the fog disappears when you touch me

I could write about your laughter

How your chin lifts ever so softly as you chuckle

I could write about your laughter

About the deep feeling of awe that I feel

When I’m around you.

Jour deux cent seize. 216/365.

{Série de jeux de l'Oulipo, 4/4}

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