Apricocks... Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, To have my love to bed and to arise; -Shakespeare: Midsummer Night's Dream
Saturday, June 27, 2009
San Miguel de Allende
Fountain, San Miguel
by Jack
You cannot know her
Enjoy our photographs
Were they Walker Evans
Avedon Ansel Adams
Paintings of Okeeffe Frida Kahlo
Marion Perlet
Who loves her
You cannot know San Miguel
Nor I who have walked her
Streets
Knowing her no better than
a woman I have fucked
Three times
Heard her history felt kisses
Embraces
The abundance of being inside her
San Miguel de Allende
Unattainable mystery still
Breath stirring my blood
Heart
Cock's crow to Scorpio
Jack Miller
Mexico
June '09
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3 comments:
Gorgeous photography.
And perhaps you would know San Miguel better if you bought her dinner or took her to a movie first!
Touché.
Actually, I'm not sure why I felt that. I've been there three times but always felt the visitor-- the foreigner. Maybe if I spoke her language...
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