Naomi Shihab Nye, from Fuel: Poems; “Hidden”
[Text ID: "If you tuck the name of a loved one / under your tongue too long / without speaking it / it becomes blood"]

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Naomi Shihab Nye, from Fuel: Poems; “Hidden”
[Text ID: "If you tuck the name of a loved one / under your tongue too long / without speaking it / it becomes blood"]
He doesn’t he has robbed me blind ,
With the curiosity in his eyes
The heart is the toughest part of the body. Tenderness is in the hands.
(from Carolyn Forché's The Country Between Us)
Hands are unbearably beautiful. They hold on to things. They let things go.
- Mary Reufle -
Take my hands in your hands, teach me to remember, teach me not to remember.
(from H.D.'s piece, "Helen in Egypt")
My hands wanted to touch your hands because we had hands.
(from Frank Bidart's poem, In the Western Light)
We held hands.
I was wondering what it would be like to have a home of your own where you could come and go, where people would be welcome, where you would never be frightened again.
-Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal
Holding Hands
A Love Language
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i can’t look into your eyes, but they’re all i think about. i memorized your face as if it’s my mirror, or a prayer that needs to be said every night. i will forget my name before i forget you.
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You yearn for me, the same way
I yearn for you
You crave me, the same way
I crave you
With a shot of toxicity, in all vulnerability
Intoxicated, garnished with romance
Pink salted rims, wet with each sip
Marriage of flavours, spirits of literature
Entranced dance, in cosmic rain
Inherent passion, with undying breath
Laid bare, reflecting, each other
In our extravagant
Dark, golden hued, crimson glory
[ October, 2022 ]
What is life , if not a series of repentances for the crimes committed?
‘’But more than anything else , I wanted to be his.’’
-archivesoflonging
All the love in the world , and still not enough for us;
-archivesoflonging
//how sweet it is to be destroyed by you //
- archivesoflonging
Its may
And we are covered in the type of dirt you cannot wash in the rain and pretend that its clean
we could be gentle and pray that summer ends without being cruel
This short lived infatuation
Doesn't become a condition.
- archivesoflonging
Your eyes are deceiving
Then why i am believing ?
I see how you're leaving
Believing that perhaps you still are deceiving
Eventually again
You'll be gone
But I'll still be here to withdraw with
What used to be us
What we had
What we were
- theidealistdefier
@archivesoflonging
This perhaps would've been nothing with you 🤍
Literally us writing together leads to chaos 😭💜🤧
your eyes are deceiving
Then why i am believing ?
I see how you're leaving
You'll be gone
But I'll be screaming
-archivesoflonging
//Anxiety bubbles up in my stomach and i call it love. //
- katayani
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