Inkmarks On Empty Dreams

by Adrienne Rich Whatever happens with us, your body will haunt mine—tender, delicate your lovemaking, like the half-curled frond of the fiddlehead fern in forests just washed by sun. Your traveled, generous thighs between which my whole face has come and come— the innocence and wisdom of the place my tongue has found there— the live, insatiate dance of your nipples in my mouth— your touch on me, firm, protective, searching me out, your strong tongue and slender fingers reaching where I had been waiting years for you in my rose-wet cave—whatever happens, this is.

Who's not in love with Gillian Anderson starring as Stella Gibson?! Speak now or forever hold your peace! She's sexy as hell and sexual and attractive as natural as she can be. I'm in awe. I still love her from kissing Archie Panjabi in  "The Good Wife". It's not just the black-noir subjects of "The Fall", it's the transfixed image of  Gillian Anderson converts Stella to. It's not just her attraction to women, it's the attraction of the watcher to her, she's smart, observative and far more intelligent than her male colleagues that are set somehow above her, although they're so much going under. Here's what she has to say when a fellow detective questions her about an emotionally detached one night stand with a handsome cop: "Man fucks woman. Subject: man; verb: fucks; object: woman. That's OK. Woman fucks man. Woman: subject; man: object. That's not so comfortable for you, is it?" When a constable wants to us...