My baboon heart has learned how to love. Love things besides green banana leaves and thorough flea-pickings. It loves more than that now; in its own way it loves all things, and the way it loves is wild. Bare-knuckled and screaming.
Remember when you saw that picture of a violet in that little book nacowafer made for S.’s birthday and you thought it was a picture of a baboon’s ass? Only you would see a monkey’s ass in a lovely flower… one of those -alities. (but I had to admit I could see it too!)
Hmm. I adore you.
Baboon’s ass
Remember when you saw that picture of a violet in that little book nacowafer made for S.’s birthday and you thought it was a picture of a baboon’s ass? Only you would see a monkey’s ass in a lovely flower… one of those -alities. (but I had to admit I could see it too!)