Nov 22, 2012
There’s a technique in this enterprise, an invitation to surrender, to relinquish all senses, to hold and retain this sought-after intruder, to stop all else and enjoy the company. Hold me here, in you, in me in the world and the world has no one else but a presence of your flesh colonizing and claiming the land as its own; sink your body into me and let me house it, let me keep it as a secret a fire of words and phrases, a desire a poem almost done.
John Asfour, 'The Intruder'. Attended a poetry reading by him today :)