I wax sensuously romantic when Janet reads this to me:
(From Exiles, by Marilyn Hacker)
Lady of distances, this fire, this water,
this earth makes sanctuary where I stand.
Call of your animals and your blond daughter,
I am in exile in my own hands.
and we become the Sapphic erotica that nobody will ever film. We will be Paulina and Rene. Jackie and Zafira. Felicity and Justine Jolie, my dream combination. Blond yoni brushes her raven-wisped sister. Dreams of poetry embodied as us, the internet vestals, drink blush wine and bathe in languorous drip of water into sandalwood-scented soapiness.