Up Jumped Spring
by Al Young
For Nana
What’s most fantastical almost always goes
unrecorded and unsorted. Take spring.
Take today. Take dancing dreamlike; coffee
your night, creameries your dream factories.
Take walking as a dream, the dearest, sincerest
means of conveyance: a dance. Take leave
of the notion that this nation’s or any other’s earth
can still be the same earth our ancestors walked.
Chemistry strains to correct our hemispheres.
The right and left sidelines our brain forms
in the rain this new world braves—acid jazz.
The timeless taste her tongue leaves in your mouth,
stirred with unmeasured sugars, greens the day
the way sweet sunlight oxygenates, ignites
all nights, all daytimes, and you—this jumps.
Sheer voltage leaps, but nothing keeps or stays.
Sequence your afternoon as dance. Drink spring.
Holding her hard against you, picture the screenplay.
Take time to remember how to get her spells together.
Up jumps the goddess gratified; up jumped spring.
in less than 24 hours I am going to leave Singapore to see one of the most important bands in my life so I’m now sitting here silently freaking the fuck out
HYSTERICAL LITERATURE: THE ORGASM AS ART (NSFW) »
In his latest project, Hysterical Literature, photographer Clayton Cubbitt takes a beautiful woman, places her at a table in front of a black backdrop and gets her to read from her favorite book while an unseen accomplice below the table attempts to bring the woman to orgasm with a vibrator. The results are an intimate, sexy experience that captures a beauty rarely found in most modern pornography.
More here.
oooOOOO not a fan of porn at all but this I can dig
