Couvertures de Sérénité

[petrichour]

But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.

Pablo Neruda, Your Feet

[ofallingstar]

Blood Tea and Red String (2006)

[petrichour]

you’re holding me tightly; i close my eyes and crave eternity

[recondithe]

Protect me

[petrichour]

Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.

Franz Kafka

[petrichour]

You’re alive only once, as far as we know, and what could be worse than getting to the end of your life and realizing you hadn’t lived it?

Edward Albee

[jagkanbliintetal]

[petrichour]

Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it. If I wanted to detach completely, I would move my body away. I would stop the conversation midsentence. I would leave the bed. Instead, I hover over it for a second. I glance off in another direction. But I always glance back at you.

David Levithan, The Lover’s Dictionary

[petrichour]

I think I want to be in love with you but I don’t know how.

Angela Carter, The Magic Toyshop

[k-n-i-h-a-deactivated20180107]

[petrichour]

I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I want to be the sheets your fingers crave at night; the blanket that wraps around you all night. I want to drink tea with you, share some records we find. I want to talk about everything in the world newspapers. I want to discuss with you, to be stubborn and quick-witted with you. I want to have differences between us. I want your flaws. All of them. I want to go into the deepest corners of your mind and never get bored of you. I want to be surprised by the new all the time. I want to look at you like a movie, a living piece of art; always trying to chase what you crave... and capture you.

Elay Neal Moses

[petrichour]

“It’s 11 am and I’m sitting in a restaurant 3 beers in. Believe me, even I’m surprised I’m still alive sometimes. I have been drinking about you for 2 days. Lately you remind me of a wild thing chewing through its foot. But you are already free and I don’t know what to do except trace the rough line of your jaw and try not to place blame. Here is the truth: It is hard to be in love with someone who is in love someone else. I don’t know how to turn that into poetry.”

— Clementine von Radics

[natanvance]

[petrichour]

I will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes. I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong. I will love you as a battlefield loves young men and as peppermints love your allergies, and I will love you as the banana peel loves the shoe of a man who was just struck by a shingle falling off a house. I will love you as a volunteer fire department loves rushing into burning buildings and as burning buildings love to chase them back out, and as a parachute loves to leave a blimp and as a blimp operator loves to chase after it.

Lemony Snicket, “The Beatrice Letters”

[petrichour]

Mountains inspire awe in any human person who has a soul. They remind us of our frailty, our unimportance, of the briefness of our span upon this earth. They touch the heavens, and sail serenely at an altitude beyond even the imaginings of a mere mortal.

Elizabeth Aston

[equatorjournal]

[buttonpoetry]

“Your body is a sky I want to sing into forever and my body is that trembling song.”

— Jeremy Radin, “The Wolf Sex Poem”