Whe
n I say “yes,” I mean mark me with your suck, fill me with your sweet fuck, grip me harder with each buck, drink me dry, take my breath, heal my heart, look me in the eye when I arch and reach and beg and cry your name so loud my ears ring.
by muteness as by a scream…
knowing is not enough…
My mouth is a fire escape.
The words coming out
don’t care that they are naked.
There is something burning in there.
— Andrea Gibson —
love is a growing up…
May I be between your two hands
the way sky is the center of beech dreams.
– Anita Endrezze –
continuum…
There is no Space or Time
Only intensity,
And tame things
Have no immensity.
L
– Mina Loy –
L
to hurt or save…
before leaves fall…
Caresses, expressions of one sort or another,
are necessary to the life of the affections as leaves are to the life of a tree.
If they are wholly restrained, love will die at the roots.
– Nathaniel Hawthorne –
inside outside…
If I never see you again I will always carry you inside outside on my fingertips and at brain edges and in centers centers of what I am of what remains.
— Charles Bukowski —
hasta mañana…
inamorato…
… don’t think the garden loses its ecstasy in winter.
It’s quiet, but the roots are down there riotous.— Rumi —
