Idle Sweet Briar ______________ I am Krishna, blue skin divides into one hundred selves, to make love to cow girls in knee-high grass pressed down. My legs wrap around each one, a universe of silks — above quadrangle crops and bells delightful cloud-scapes drift. No hearts break from fear or rage, no sinks to clean or bills to pay — I am one hundred cow girls tapping cows with … [Read more...]