“Her life with others no longer interests him. He wants only her stalking beauty, her theatre of expressions. He wants the minute secret reflection between them, the depth of field minimal, their foreignness intimate like two pages of a closed book.”
― Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient
haiku for the humpday
can i be "the one"?/ sadly no, for too many / are calling your name.
kissing you will never be enough.....
“To be nobody but
yourself in a world
which is doing its best day and night to make you like
everybody else means to fight the hardest battle
which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.”
― E.E. Cummings
let it go - the
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise - let it go it
was sworn to
let them go - the
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers - you must let them go they
let all go - the
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things - let all go
so comes love
~ e. e. cummings ~
I try to sleep but my mind is full of you.
This means that my fingers touch,
and my girlie juices flow,
and my orgasm comes with your name.
because it is world poetry day i hope you will go check my poem on the blue site...
some days i am the poet and others i am the poet...
“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
Con la tua fronte sulla mia fronte,
con la tua bocca sulla mia bocca,
legati i nostri corpi,
all’amore che brucia,
lascia che il vento passi
senza che possa portarmi via.
With your forehead on my forehead,
with your lips on my lips,
linked to our bodies,
love that burns,
let the wind steps
without a possibility to take away.
“I want to see you.
Know your voice.
Recognize you when you
first come 'round the corner.
Sense your scent when I come
into a room you've just left.
Know the lift of your heel,
the glide of your foot.
Become familiar with the way
you purse your lips
then let them part,
just the slightest bit,
when I lean in to your space
and kiss you.
I want to know the joy
of how you whisper
I strip myself naked in the cool night air
While magic dances over my skin.
The waxing crescent of the moon
Shines like an offering bowl
Waiting for me to fill it with my desire
And my love for you.
Come touch me gently.
My skin is soft
And the aroma is sweet.
Let me give myself to you
my eyes close.
my voice cries out
for more of you.
your fingers sliding into my wetness
take my breath, and
speed my heart.
come drink me.
i am very sweet.
How real are we?
My heart imagines the air you occupy,
The way you breathe,
Your heart beating steadily as you talk to me,
That laugh of yours.
Sweet moments of together flow
As I long for that one moment
When your finger brushes
The corner of my mouth
And you smile.
I pluck and drop the petals
One by one.
He loves me not.
He loves me not.
He loves me not.
This is not about fortunetelling.
It is to remind myself
So i do not dream.
"I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you." ~ Frida Kahlo in The Diary of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait
"and forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair." ~ kahil gibran
"no great art has ever been made without the artist having known danger." ~ rainer marie rilke
In my heart dream
the sun brushes pure white
across tangled sheets
and tangled us.
You drink liquid me
that oozes from my skin
Dust motes hang like pixie dust,
offering everyday magic.
You know my true self
in that one perfect moment
and do not turn away.
It is a bold thing
to love furiously
and pursue one's beloved
there is no one like elizabeth barrett browning
Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore
Alone upon the threshold of my door
Of individual life, I shall command
The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand
Serenely in the sunshine as before,
Without the sense of that which I forbore--
Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land
Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine
With pulses that beat double. What I do
And what I dream include thee, as the wine
Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue
God for myself, He hears that name of thine,
And sees within my eyes the tears of two.
“kindness in words creates confidence. kindness in thinking creates profoundness. kindness in giving creates love.” ~ lao tzu
One makes mistakes; that is life. But it is never a mistake to have loved. ~ Romain Rolland
“sometimes,' said pooh, 'the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.” ~ a.a. milne
words are powerful
to wound or heal.
i wonder what balm
is applied to my own heart
through fresh thoughts
of giggling children
and that one holding my hand.
meanwhile i will just
drink deeply of hope
and weep out my pain.
"language... has created the word "loneliness" to express the pain of being alone and it has created the word "solitude" to express the glory of being alone." ~ paul tillich
Slow dance with me.
Hold me close
As the music flows like honey
Over my heart.
Life is so sweet in these moments...
Your hand at my waist.
My cheek resting on your chest.
Can you feel my smile?
I hope so because my whole body
Is blessedly joyful
I am in your arms.
“your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.” ~ rumi