It's like swallowing the moon. The world is darker. I'm full of eclipses, shadows, snags of sky-story... ( from 'Sleeping Venus in Love')

All place poems belong to the body…
It's like swallowing the moon. The world is darker. I'm full of eclipses, shadows, snags of sky-story... ( from 'Sleeping Venus in Love')
All place poems belong to the body…