"Trees are much like human beings and enjoy each other's company. Only a few love to be alone."

Jens Jensen

A beautiful photomanipulation

I love Love, and the child of Love, the love-child. I am in love with Love. Love is the centre of my life. Love acts, and Love sings. Love is the Most Beautiful Lady, and has a dark ambiguous cunt. I am the child of Love, and her master. Love fills my days with boredom, and gives my nights moments of rapture. Love is laying me waste, but I want her devastation. I love Love when she combs her red-gold hair, and when she whispers shameful phrases in the dark. I love her when I am sick, and she ministers to me. I love her when she presses the golden swan to her slim body; and when she broods tenderly over the Christ child. I love her when she sits naked on a rock, her hair in strands from the sea water, her left hand resting palm-upward on her sturdy thighs – whether to give or to take, we don’t know.

D. M. Thomas, Ararat

As the shore meets your inspiration
the visible horizon slowly falls to truth,
and I equate your ecstasy with the pleasure of the night