romeo had juliet…
unfold to us…
… so many corners in this city with her-shaped shadows. (The nubility of her youth is less shocking than one might suppose, all things considered.) There’s always cracks in a day where one can disappear (in)to. He counts on you looking away even as you blindly see right through.
… so few these days. He squeezes in one more kiss. One more moment before goodbye. Nestled in one more set of arms, he tells her he’ll miss her most.
as you like it…
all’s well that ends well…
… and then we begin again.
et tu, brute?
as deep as…
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
– Shakespeare –
divining…
Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
– William Shakespeare –
i’ll be a park…
I’ll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer.
Feed where thou wilt, on mountains or in dale;
Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry,
Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.
– Shakespeare –
