[ID: excerpt from “Mentor,” a poem by Audre Lorde
‘I found silence speaking in a mouthful of sun,’]
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[ID: excerpt from “Mentor,” a poem by Audre Lorde
‘I found silence speaking in a mouthful of sun,’]
“Don’t move a muscle, quietly still atop me; This is delicate.”
— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
an apology for a last night that hasn't happened
I’m not afraid of the first time you hear I love you & you know I mean it I’m afraid of the first time you hear I’m sorry & you know I mean it
I’m afraid of my mouth throwing a rock of the glass blown building you’ve constructed inside you where you keep our dreams & where you keep the person I am but I might not be
I’m also afraid of the first time the fire spills from your eyes & inserts your tongue between my ribs & I die in your arms on a night we will let brew with the morning coffee & you’ll say sorry you’ll say you love me & you will mean it
you can shave off my hair until my scalp is a forsaken trophy & you can slide my muscles from bottom to top and slice every sinew with your teeth you can break the levies of my blue ocean until it becomes crimson reefs at our feet you can break my bones with the wooden songs of your consonents & vowels until the particles get lost in spaces joints weren’t made to connect I’ll just be a bundle of nerves electric sparks covering splinters and syllables coagulated waves without shores stones regurgitated as mud & a smile that will still be yours
I’m not afraid of that I’m afraid of crooked branches that will block out our sunshine I’m afraid of rockslides too heavy to clear a path through
I’m not afraid of loving you & meaning it I’m afraid of the first time
you question it in the moments before silence breaks
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if i switched bodies with someone they’d probably ask why everything hurts nd i would just be like “thats just how she works”
St. Augustine
He is not the sun. You are.
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Meeting you was like listening to a song for the first time and knowing it would be my favorite.
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Excerpt from “intoxicating love of a reverent man.” Read the entire piece on the blog. 👄🌹
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And how do you tell them you feel so empty without making it sound so sad?
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