A Red Bon Bon
Friday, December 5th, 2008
“. . . as one would press [a handkerchief]
against a wound from which life, all in one spurt,
is trying to escape—I held you close
till you were red with me.” - Rilke
“. . . as one would press [a handkerchief]
against a wound from which life, all in one spurt,
is trying to escape—I held you close
till you were red with me.” - Rilke