The Song of Songs is a glorious love poem:

the indecency comes from reducing it to an allegory.

The Scripture’s strength is its literalness.

And inscribed inside its literal sense is a mystery.

But our grubby hands can’t touch it.

– Anna Kamienska –

Upside down and inside out and on all eights

You’re like a funnel-web

Like a black fly …

Her eyes that look at me through a rainy hair …

Her body, moon blue, was a jellyfish

And I’m breathing deep and I’m there and I’m also not there

she remains, completely unexplained

Or maybe I’m just too tongue-tied

to drink it up and swallow back the pain …

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ugvL86i9Y-4

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – ‘Rings Of Saturn’