Flesh and Stone
after Louise Labé
Your fingers brush against mine accidental touch or deliberate I feel the spark in my chest the heat that spreads like a stain
We stand in the cool darkness of the garden at midnight the sound of water dripping from the fountain’s edge
My skin is alive with longing my lips parted in anticipation the world narrows to this moment this chance to seize or reject
I took Louise Labé's focus on the female experience and intense desire, and located it in a concrete scene of a chance encounter in a garden. I aimed to capture her sense of urgency and sensuality through short, fragmented lines and a mix of formal and intimate language.