Having my way with Ulysses

A faint hue of shame flickering

Her glazing eyes, staring out of death, to shake and bend my soul.10:23 am

Amor Matris: subjective and objective genetive.  How does this translate?  I’ll try.  There is a palace and in it is a stone and in that is a silence and in the silence my heart and sitting in that shrunken muscle: secrets.  Tyrants weary of their tyrrany.  Willing to be dethroned.

Intercourse, eyeball to eyeball.