Cracked open by desire, the silken integument that hardened around her into a cocoon split and was discarded. "The old poet is disappearing so a new poet can emerge." "There was a wonderful friendly generosity between you;" never forget that space that permits the imagination to move under the garment in sensual suggestion. The thorn comes home to nest in the crown; the torn flesh heals from its incisive inscription into writing; the scar tissue is the text that must be approached with great tact. | |