She lead me into the deepest woods
where silence spoke in loving whisps
and showed her ample longing hips
to open places of the weirdest moods

And bade me welcome to her open space
where I was lost in dreams and tangled hair
she bit my lips & skin in sunlight fair
and all was air & gasp & utter grace

For every fear was blown away
in seconds from my trembling brow
the sky lit up in drunken sway

Ere we suspected when & how
we’ld 
see where love would lay
and praise the proper then & now

 

 

 

ill. Gustav Klimt

 

 

 

 

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Adriaan Krabbendam (Tunis, 1955) is antiquary, profound sleeper, doctor of the unknown, coachman of relations between the chthonic and the restricted human role in disasters, beachcomber laureate, firm simpleton, now and at the hour of our death, factotum of cities and landscapes, world without end

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