Womanhood, and all that is a woman, and the man that comes from woman,The womb, the teats, nipples, breast-milk, tears, laughter, weeping, love-looks, love-perturbations and risings,The voice, articulation, language, whispering, shouting aloud,Food, drink, pulse, digestion, sweat, sleep, walking, swimming,Poise on the hips, leaping, reclining, embracing, arm-curving and tightening,The continual changes of the flex of the mouth, and around the eyes,The skin, the sunburnt shade, freckles, hair,The curious sympathy one feels when feeling with the hand the naked meat of the body,The circling rivers the breath, and breathing it in and out,The beauty of the waist, and thence of the hips, and thence downward toward the knees,The thin red jellies within you or within me, the bones and the marrow in the bones,~Walt Whitman, Body Electric
the taste of smoke and licorice
from him to her, from her to him
with each nip and each dance of their tongues
his insatiable hunger burns a drought
he savors her sloppy drunken kisses
for in his mind
—this might be the last.
“What I wanted was a dazzling flash piercing through the body, enough that the eyes start spinning, enough to stop breathing, enough to tremble” (translations may vary) ― is the most beautiful line in this movie, for me that is.