SAVE YOUR EPIPHANIES FOR SEA LEVEL SAVE THEM FOR BROADSANDS SAVE THEM FOR THROWING OUT TIME AT SCRIBES WEST SAVE THEM FOR CHUCKING UP IN YOUR OWN HANDS
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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SAVE YOUR EPIPHANIES FOR SEA LEVEL SAVE THEM FOR BROADSANDS SAVE THEM FOR THROWING OUT TIME AT SCRIBES WEST SAVE THEM FOR CHUCKING UP IN YOUR OWN HANDS
when you go - edwin morgan
When you go, if you go, And I should want to die, there’s nothing I’d be saved by more than the time you fell asleep in my arms in a trust so gentle I let the darkening room drink up the evening, till rest, or the new rain lightly roused you awake. I asked if you heard the rain in your dream and half dreaming still you only said, I love you.
one cigarette - edwin morgan
No smoke without you, my fire. After you left, your cigarette glowed on in my ashtray and sent up a long thread of such quiet grey I smiled to wonder who would believe its signal of so much love. One cigarette in the non-smoker’s tray. As the last spire trembles up, a sudden draught blows it winding into my face. Is it smell, is it taste? You are here again, and I am drunk on your tobacco lips. Out with the light. Let the smoke lie back in the dark. Till I hear the very ash sigh down among the flowers of brass I’ll breathe, and long past midnight, your last kiss.
when i said
it’s not romantic
i didn’t mean
that i don’t love you
Here I am: a bundle of past recollections and future dreams knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh.
Sylvia Plath (via moldavia)
Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won't adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is to sign on as its accomplice. Instead of vowing to honour and obey, maybe we should swear to aid and abet. That would mean that security is out of the question. The words "make" and "stay" become inappropriate. My love for you has no strings attached. I love you for free.
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Moez Surani Every Day I was in Love (even thought i didn’t say so) Banff, Canada: No press, March 2019 8.5 x 11", folded Edition of 50
rest easy.
we’re too old / we’re not old at all
an old church, the organ growing and groaning behind us, the songs i’ll be singing on my deathbed
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in my dream we met for the first time as strangers