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Jack Gilbert

Thinking About Ecstasy Gradually he could hear her. Stop, she was saying,stop! And found the bed full of glass,his ankles bleeding, driven through the windowof her cupola. California summer. That was pleasure.He knows about that: stained glass of the bodylit by our lovely chemistry and neural ghost.Pleasure as fruit and pleasure as ambush. Excitementa wind… Continue reading Jack Gilbert

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