Joyce Mansour: Your breath in my mouth
23. February 2011 09:48
You never know who walks into Café Central—to share your thoughts.
Your breath in my mouth The pointed nails of your dry hands Will never loose my crimson throat Crimson from shame pain pleasure. Your violet lips will suck my blood And my waxen flesh still tempt you As long as my eyes stay closed. Translated from the French by Mary Ann Caws