Stand Still Like the Hummingbird

Gossamer Beynor high-heels out of school.



The sun hums down through the cotton flowers of her dress into the bell of her heart




and buzzes in the honey there and couches and kisses, lazy-loving and boozed, in her red-berried breast.




Eyes run from the trees and windows of the street,



streaming 'Gossamer,' naked past the Sailors Arms,



the only woman on the Dai-Adamed earth.



Sinbad Sailors places on her thighs still dewdamp from the first mangrowing cock-crow garden his reverent goat-bearded hands.


Words: from Under Milk Wood by Dylan Thomas
Images: Fredrik Akum