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Originally Posted by divine1966
German movie is Wings of Desire, it’s a spectacular movie. It actually won a lot of awards, I didn’t think of it as obscure?
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Hee!
Wim Wenders isn’t exactly as well known to Americans as Martin Scorsese and the original German title —
Der Himmel über Berlin — reeks of art house cinema!
You’re right, though. It’s in my top ten!
Now. Let’s go to the Final Circus.
What did I like best?
Kissing.
Possible trigger:
Bakcheian (not a real word — I’m taking liberties) me, Bacchus/Dionysus in the mad flesh (pun), reawakened, revelling in the ecstasy of the female form and other men’s strength, found lip-locked pecks and cavernous mouths and slithering tongues more life-affirming than any slow and silent or raucous couplings. Kissing, the kiss, was more intimate than any secret shared, more powerful than any atomic scent, more lustful than touching you there there or there, deeper than the most piercing and brightest eyes but tasty; oh, so tasty.
I’ll not punish the senses further.
Kissing.
England sleeps as I weep now knowing that I’ve shared my final kiss and sown my last salt seeds upon your quivered lips.
Kissing.