burns the house down

fire is dearer to us than love or food,
hot, hurrying, yet it burns if you touch it.

what we ought to do
is not add our love together, or our goodwill, or any of that,
for we're sure to bring in a lot of lies,
but our fire, our elemental fire
so that it rushes up in a huge blaze like a phallus into hollow space
and fecundates the zenith and the nadir
and sends off millions of sparks of new atoms
and singes us, and burns the house down.
- dh lawrence

*picture: last tango in paris


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