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Inside the marshes

    Isaac Levitan i was strolling the forest one evening as green shadows deepened into black following deer and blackbirds on my way   one june evening i met ladybirds in waiting subterranean bugs upon a hill passing junipers all in green i was that deepening night and   you were there in the marshes  heron spread her wings hissed and called out shadows turned and before night i came to you   one june evening i met ladybirds in waiting subterranean bugs upon a hill following deer and blackbirds on my way     © Anders Enochsson 2020

Foggy Couch

  Claude Monet many years ago, the ticking of the clock ran out  and with that the blast of secular life making infinity quiet   your humid skin was entangled with mine   in the brown room you went on and on telling me that  all men had the same desire the only thing that differed were our acts our bodies bathed in salt  on the foggy couch. the surge pulled us out as the tide rose  you would not be quiet  and told me that the sea is the only enduring thing   if people could act like water our corpus would be kind of flowing. neuroses would not kill us   the body wouldn’t stiffen i drank your wine   ruthlessly intoxicated       (originally published in 2009) © Anders Enochsson