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I know of pink corners...

Photo_3__3_by Matthew Goff21 Jan 2015

I know of pink corners in the mind: Forest of sweet perfumes, whose travelers lend a hand to the breasts of sunset and its nervous mapping of amateur stars. There is a moment’s history in the certainty of salivating worlds: An odyssey for lovers who play cards at night and whose ideas for strategic foreplay are used like stilts. Hovering over a table, soaked with invisible juices, they are found flirting with each other’s secret personalities—heirs to the hormonal vibration of wet thoughts.