Tindersticks – El Diablo En El Ojo
I Author My Own Disaster, Volume One, Part Four
René Magritte, Les Amants II; 1928
Now I am your mother, your daughter,
your brand new thing – a snail, a nest.
I am alive when your fingers are.
I wear silk – the cover to uncover-
because silk is what I want you to think of.
But I dislike the cloth. It is too stern.So tell me anything but track me like a climber
for here is the eye, here is the jewel,
here is the excitement the nipple learns.I am unbalanced – but I am not mad with snow.
I am mad the way young girls are mad,
with an offering, an offering…I burn the way money burns.
— Anne Sexton, The Breast
No longer unbalanced but still mad
with desire
and rather than money I burn like a furnace,
taking everything you give
into me
becoming brighter,
brighter,
brighter.
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