"One must guzzle cock down to the amygdala sometimes / slide one’s hands over the balls having the head inhaled / noiselessly explore the vein / sniff the liqueur unmoving as though struck by stupor — the game therefore is to tongue up along the length of the cock and suddenly contract the lips — “Then and only then” one must give the very tip a vigorous tongue lashing losing balance. "
My translation of Marie-Laure Dagoit’s LIQUEUR is now available from Weekend Poetry.
You can order a copy here.
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