After reading William Trevors exquisite expression: …the sharply chiseled faces of a Modigliani, p 81, Penguin edition copyright, 1996 Incarnadine rivers flow these veins wide with poisons from mouth to loins …eyes reflective with sliver moons barely above the verdigris bronze cupola that reminds her of Europe. Recall her unbathed afterglow scent --the spice of thighs and submissive righteousness when she whispers her name in vowels broad and widened as the blossom lit dawn comes violet and sorbet yellow with clouds magnificent as her cigarette wisps. Harriet beneath a new light pristine: a virgin no but her smile is angelic.
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