(GJ) Canto XVIII (p.7, ll. 1-13).

I hold the websoft edges of her gown and drawing them out to hook them I see through the opening of the black veil her lithe body sheathed in an orange shift.  Separated by a century and a tenth of the globe are two poets, obsessed with undergarments, with phantoms, with undressing their loves. OnetimeContinue reading “(GJ) Canto XVIII (p.7, ll. 1-13).”