Loophole - a found poem from Limited Warranty 4943668 on a film processing envelope Submitting myself for processing or other handling constitutes and agreement by me that I am only entitled to replacement for damages even due to your negligence. My acceptance is without any other liability; recovery for consequential damage is excluded, except for the twenty four hours of Palm Sunday. His wedding is Saturday full of woe? Go south over the bridge right at the light remember the card - wrap up the gift. Palm Sunday is over, April marches down the aisle garbed in the highest holy days. Tears and ribbons stored in a crystal globe, confusion and doubt hidden in the cave - Oh, Merlin, come quick, I'm broken! There is no recourse, no magic potion, only hope to flesh out the bone and smiles to cover the dead.
Considering your question... ...the arrangement of any sorts of animals must be founded only on the characters of their feet. John Ruskin You ask of me this afternoon in the living autumn light, a question. Is it possible, could you have - might you have a fetish for feet? You ask this with my left foot cradled in the palm of your hand your fingers slipping between my toes your thumb tracing the bones of my arch. I wonder where you will arrange this fetish animal in the forest of your life? In the morning haze carelessly draped over a branch? Or at midnight within a circle of stones? I am suspended in the moist hollow of your voice. I stroke the side of your face and I consider. Your breath is warm, is quick against my skin. My great toe has found its way into your mouth against your tongue. The character of my feet is urgent now in the face of your question. We are arranged across this afternoon space, across the sea of your question. Cresting I consider ... I answer.