Erotic love is like a possession, an intensification of self. It leaves one fevered. But parental love is something altogether miraculous. It is a remedy, a self-dissolving. A spreading out into the cosmos… an echo of what it must be like to be a sun.
Tag / fatherhood
Lunch One Day
Partly we eat food, and partly impressions.
Sweetboy Turns Six
My sunrises are upstaged now; instead -he- beams into my room.