by Philip Scott Johnson
Music: Bach’s Sarabande from Suite for Solo Cello No. 1 in G Major, BWV 1007 performed by Yo-Yo Ma
Begonias on your lips smell like a fresh yesterday in a serene memory which remains beyond time…
Spiral of corals on your BREASTS, tubular connection to a general accepted vision about your eternal femininity, have a sit Gioconda, cup of tea?, milk perhaps, may I take your coat or the mountains behind you, no?, that’s okay, but I still wanna make LOVE to you and cover you in oil or mare milk, eternally climate controlled, not behind an unbreakable glass but into the great wide open, can I touch your navel, of course, thank you, you smell like orange peel, so poignant delightful, close your eyes and open your WOMB for a rejuvenation of millenarian children of the Renaissance.