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Excerpt from an untitled poem in Ondaatje’s The Cinnamon Peeler (via aclockwithouthands)In the night busy as snails
in wet chlorophyll apartments
we enter each other’s shells
the way humans at such times
wish to enter mouths of lovers,sleeping like the rumour of pearl
in the embrace of oyster.
This was posted 1 year ago. Notes.
