Lechery

Work my fire,
light my darkness,
raise my freezing bones
from ash and pyre.

Boil my blood,
and skin my senses,
dance me sleepless.
sweat me midnight dizzy
wrap me
strap me
in your softest folds
but when this night is dying
darkly tell me
you’ve been lying.

Lechery by Peter Bruegel the elder

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January 28, 2018

22 responses to “Lechery

  1. A delicious unholy darkness that is so well reflected in the woodprint. Do you see the bear gnawing on that person’s leg? That’s two of the 7 for today. I gotta go out and find the other 5 now.

  2. I can smell the leather and hear the guttural moans that could be either pleasure or pain in this piece.

  3. True love, Bjorn, to take all this and beg for a reversal. I was immediately reminded ofJim Morrison and the “Doors”, “Baby, light my fire song.” Way different substance though. I’ll come back for more of your picture find.
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  4. This is incredibly dark and explicit. I can resonate especially with; “strap me in your softest folds but when this night is dying darkly tell me you’ve been lying.” It’s a terrible feeling.

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