Clemence Dumas Cte (5 results)
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Paperback. Condition: New. THE POEMSYou fell asleep on the tiles, a translucent peacock loomed, your sex opened and let out a very blue, very high flame.You wore a split veil, that morning. Silent, nailed to her chair, the seated woman writes. She cracks. The poems fidget, slip their fingers: they seek to enter. Perched on her s…houlder, the poems whisper in her ear. She captures their messages: "I love the sacred contortions you offer me." The poems protest: "You're squeezing us too hard: careful, pet."More than descriptors, the words behave as commands or moves in a game-and the voice of the seated woman rises to play.
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Paperback. Condition: New. THE POEMSYou fell asleep on the tiles, a translucent peacock loomed, your sex opened and let out a very blue, very high flame.You wore a split veil, that morning. Silent, nailed to her chair, the seated woman writes. She cracks. The poems fidget, slip their fingers: they seek to enter. Perched on her s…houlder, the poems whisper in her ear. She captures their messages: "I love the sacred contortions you offer me." The poems protest: "You're squeezing us too hard: careful, pet."More than descriptors, the words behave as commands or moves in a game-and the voice of the seated woman rises to play.
