Poems.
Poem by Désirée Jung Blue of the day’s first hours Light touch on the body’s
An erotic disclosure of my lack. Drawing and writing by DJ.
The crow swings on a branch and reverberates the air a few times in a
Warm surface of sand touching my skin as I lean against the turquoise ocean, my
Click here to download the text. The feline body in the center of my bed
Click here to download the text. If only I would become the night, a child
Click here to download the text I lack what I desire. The empty chair in
Click here to download the text. I’m starting to see how the other isn’t me.
Click here to download the text. As I unbury a tangle of memories from my
To my Mother Click here to download the text. This lemon hue of mine is
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