The Promise

Posted: January 26, 2014 in Erotic Series
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Promises are meant to be broken. Here are a couple Polaroids I made over the summer of 2013.

the PromiseI’ll end this quick post with an extract from Nan Goldin’s photography book “The devil’s playground”;

With the second drink, at the restaurant,
 holding hands on the bare table,
 we are at it again, renewing our promise 
 to kill each other. You are drinking gin,
 night-blue juniper berry
 dissolving in our body, I am drinking Fumé,
 chewing its fragrant dirt and smoke, we are
 taking on earth, we are part soil already,
 and wherever we are, we are also in our bed,
 fitted, naked, closely
 along each other, half passed out,
 after love, drifting back and forth
 across the the border of consciousness,
 our bodies buoyant, clasped. 

Your hand tightens on the table. You’re a little afraid
 I’ll chicken out. What you do not want
 is lie in a hospital bed for a year after a stroke,
without being able to to think or die, you do not want
 to be tied to a chair like your prim grandmother, cursing.
 The room is dim around us, ivory globes, pink curtains
 bound at the waist – and outside,
 a weightless, luminous, lifted up summer twilight.
 I tell you you do not know me if you think I will not kill you.
 Think how we have floated together
 eye to eye, nipple to nipple,
 sex to sex, the halves of a creature
 drifting up to the lip of matter
 and over it – you know me from the bright, blood-flecked  delivery room,
 if a lion had you in its jaws I would attack it,

if the ropes binding your soul are on your own wrist, I will cut them.

till soon ~

– D


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