Friday, July 2, 2010


And a million years must pass
Before fins change into hands
Before tail becomes feet, at last
And on the flowing tide, once more
Will you appear here by my side…

So that on a new ground we should stand
So that I should take and caress your hand.

Image: Adam Dorman


Last night you wrote your sonnets in  Braille: the commas, parenthesis, ellipses engraved perfectly on my skin- and  I  ...