Monday, June 7

i'll lend you a light when everything around you is dark

this evening i swam in forest springs scented with ginger, i sipped thimbles of tea and painted my fingers with gold. i was a superior and a servant to all, i ate camembert from the box, flame-warmed and blackened, i watched the gypsies douse themselves in bacchantine offerings.


we tied bells and bows to our ankles and stamped upon the fragrant earth, calling forth smoky incantations from the moon. we swayed our hips and curled our arms, snakelike and feral. tonight we make our beds beneath the stars, damp from the dance and the night.


cecily

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