Beauty and grace are performed
whether or not we will or sense them.
The least we can do is try to be there.
— Annie Dillard —
happy new year…
Ring out the false, ring in the true…
first and foremost…
I would not have you descend into your own dream.
I would have you be a conscious citizen
of this terrible and beautiful world.
— Ta-Nehisi Coates —
the laughing heart…
light up the darkness…
quietness…
Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Escape.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
You’re covered with thick clouds.
Slide out the side. Die,
and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign
that you’ve died.
Your old life was a frantic running
from silence.
The speechless full moon
comes out now.
— Rumi —
life is what happens while you wait for his text…
a rubied sun in a venice-sail…
Every time I see you, my body wakes up.
I am alive.
Again.
Everywhere.
Walking away from you, the cool summer wind caresses
the silkiest parts of my thighs.
Echoes of your mouth, your hands, your breath on me.
I moan quietly –
my clit tingles with this need, these secrets.
The stars above us give witness.
Tremors, all.
apodyopsis…
She has always surprised you
into surprising yourself.
— starving4rtist —