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From Anthony Farrington:

December 26, 2016

Damp cotton will open caves in your mind.
Promise her: I need you
electric in my mouth. Write: Concerning the art of seduction
and leave it at that. Tease her: Truth or dare? End
before you’ve said everything. Realize

everything you are, in this letter, precedes you—
which is the loneliness of writing. What you want
is never now. That’s the essence of desire.

– How to Write an Erotic Letter

From Bruce Cockburn:

December 21, 2016

These fragile bodies of touch and taste
This fragrant skin, this hair like lace
Spirits open to the thrust of grace
Never a breath you can afford to waste

Nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight
Got to kick at the darkness ’til it bleeds daylight

– Lovers in a Dangerous Time

From Robert Frost:

December 14, 2016
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
– Dust of Snow

From Ulrikka S. Gernes:

December 13, 2016

The snake rattles among the dry leaves

at the bottom of the garden, is it a sigh

a hiss? My sandaled feet, bare ankles …

naked legs and up higher, lightning’s

bite; you rush within me, poisonous sweetness.

Wedded is wedded, poison to poison, separated

again, but this has forever hooked on to me,

twisting its scaled body within my body,

gnawing salt from a shoulder, freckles from

an underarm; on the tip of its left fang

my heart pulses, thumping your naked name.

From Ulrikka S. Gernes:

December 11, 2016

in one single

sliding extension of yourself; our bodies

yielding, formed by each other’s wind

and ocean; I wave eelgrass in your undercurrent,

your glittering school quivers silvery in mine

in the crowd around us, and no one sees it

From Ulrikka S. Gernes

December 6, 2016

Not a single leaf exists on a single 

tree that doesn’t turn in the wind to reveal 

an image of your face, not a single tree exists 

on a single globe that doesn’t grow wildly,

wonderfully from your sleeping breath,

not a single freckle exists on your only 

back that doesn’t have a sister star afar;

your luminous skin is connected to the sky 

above my night, and this moment, wedged in. 

From Samuel Johnson:

November 25, 2016

He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.

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