I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
from Sonnett XVII by Pablo Neruda
Erotica | Ephemera | Et cetera | Ecriture
Ow! But I love it…
This one of my sexy-to-imagine-but-kind-of-terrified fantasies. Anyway, the way this photo is shot is really striking and I definitely think the text on the clothespin adds a lot to the overall vibe. Nicely done! And I love the quote.