I'd paint her hair as a swarm
of butterflies... There are plenty of legends
about women turning into trees, but are there
any about trees turning into women? Is it odd
to say that your lover reminds you of a tree?
Well, she does, it's the way her hair fills
with wind and sweeps out around her head. Very often I expect her to rustle. She doesn't
rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade
of a silver birch.
Photo: Tree, location forgotten
Text: From Jeanette Winterson's 'Written on the Body', from i.s.
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