I was also thinking in my thinkaceous moments (which all happened while driving to work but somehow continue on my mind's back burner as I "work" in this dull office) about a line from the poem I read last night where I said something about "peachtree orbitals" thinking of my juniorhigh friend samantha's breasts. Some line from some poem or song or something where someone described their girlfriend as being like a dusky peach. Dusky? how? twilight... darkness.... peachitude... a dark red one so dark red it's almost brown... or just the feeling of nightfall and fruit... or the dustiness of peach fuzz somehow being dusky grey... something... why are girls always peaches and not boys when boys or men are often peachlike... romanticization of consumability ----> consumption or consumability being desirablity being "love" or desire. Impermanece being important to the equation of consumability, like flowers and being like go lovely rose or a moody haiku, because fruit and flowers don't last, so it gives the consumability a driving immediacy: fuck me now, peach!
("or else." is often implied. as love poetry about impermanence and persuasion and courtship is so often threat poetry, though i try not to make mine that way but hope that it is the celebration of desire for its own sake. "as you sit by the fire and take down this book" or "go lovely rose" meaning "fuck me now, peach, or you will regret it when you are old and gnarled" )
I'm a pomegranate, by the way... because of all the time I make people spend in the underworld if they eat even 6 of my kernels... it's cool because it makes there be seasons... I don't mind being laborious and tedious to eat and having those bitter seeds that you have to spit out... it's nice to be tart and sweet and hard to peel and to have a lot of sections... your hands and mouth get a little bit bloody-looking... too much makes your tongue go acid... i'm very messy and labyrinthical but once you understand the geometry it's so much easier...
the idea of movement and sensuality, like when Garcia Lorca says "sus muslos se me escapaban como peces sorprendidos" not being in the cliche, but referring to a cliche, so not saying straight out, "your thighs are cool and smooth and silvery and slippery like a fish sliding by elliptically or sort of quickly and your thighs themselves and your personhood and the meaning of sex with you are elusive like the touch of a fish in water or the vision of a flash of a fish swimming by" but implying all those things and so much more by the inclusion of ACTION.
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