The Wednesday Shot – A Bull’s Last Will

Shinny up onto my back, my sweet. These are my last wishes, to feel your pale thighs against my dark flanks, on my spine, your nudity’s kiss. Lean forward, hold fast to my horns, have no fear, they are both beautiful and powerful yet embedded by others.

Lay on me, nestle your breasts right there where the picador will strike twice, then a kiss a bit higher, where the matador will plunge his sword. Get down quickly now, they’re opening, that’s my cue. Do not be sad. I will be defiant now that I carry your scent.

– Philippe Graton 

Corrida goyesque, Arles, Sept. 2018 © Philippe Graton

Each week, discover an image of Philippe Graton narrated by its author. You can also find the archives of The Wednesday Shot on his site and his Instagram account