#133: Your Flesh

Lee Ka-sing -  Head profile and the moving smoke

our Flesh

your flesh
sprinkled by the flight
of a thousand birds of paradise*
thus anointed
can fly by itself

like a kite
without wind

your flesh
haunted by the fragrance
of a hundred perfumes
can rise like mist
and waft from the window
to float over the parking lot

Andre Breton, “L’Air de l’eau” (quoted in Anna
Balakian, Surrealism: the road to the
absolute (New York: Noonday Press, 1958) p.138.