Le Goût

Le Goût

I took her hand and brought it to my knee.
I
held her gaze in my palm.
The sweet taste of her Nabokovian desire increasing
the point of pressure.
She was my breath,
the scent of my soul.
The guilty pleasure of falling in love
can
give you gout.

*From 2011,  after reading Ada: or Ardor by Vladimir Nabokov. Inspired by Van –

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2 responses to “Le Goût

  1. Wha?! I JUST thought of Ada: or Ardor the other day — whoa!

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