"Emerald as heavy as a golf course, ruby as dark as an afterbirth, diamond as white as sun on the sea."
"You lay, a small knuckle on my white bed; lay, that fist like a snail, small and strong at my breast. Your lips are animals; you are fed with love. At first, hunger is not wrong."
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Source: Anne Sexton (1975). “The Awful Rowing Toward God”, Boston : Houghton Mifflin
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