Meeting Benches World art in all forms
WHAT STARTS AND ENDS
That starts and ends, when she looks at the precipice of blue ink? And it is having been behind the bars of the sunrises, bent, dig now in your meat cut, scratchy tucked the summit, opening heaven in your particles under the caste rain water. Woman on which beach you will, in which your ships and trains which will use that shimmer under the fog, heavy on your body and marital stroking, hungry lust of this sun, that makes me elated suddenly receive such grace.
(Maria Baranda)
