Friday, 18 January 2013


Some women stare into the one eye that can
sting them, fascinated to see what their
mouths and hands have wrought, others
stare into your eyes, searching intently for the
paradox of pain in pleasure, and others
close their eyes to savour everything from
sore knees to bruised lips to the
hand knotted in the hair and the sudden
flooding in the throat.