CONSUMMATION
by: Florence Von Wien
 URNING--relentless burning--
- With the gently caressing fires that will not be calmed.
- A delicious sense of stifling.
- Suddenly a fierce storm of sharp, exquisite pains ...
- Like little electric needle shocks ...
- Pierces every tiny part of your body--
- Till you are raised out of this earth.
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- A great calm comes over you then--
- And you open languorously, luxuriously
- Like an enormous, fresh passion flower opens its petals to
the sun.
- Something comes and snuggles into its petals like a honey
bee
- And they slowly close again--and then--just nothing then--
- The sensation of having no sensations--great peace, vast
space--and
- Nothing, nothing, nothing.
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"Consummation" is reprinted
from Poetica Erotica. Ed. T.R. Smith. New York: Crown
Publishers, 1921. |
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