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Mary Oliver, from "Crazy Little Love Song" in Blue Horses: Poems
My parents’ greenhouse converted into a cozy place! Love to sit here on a rainy day and watch/listen to the storm.
Mêng Chu, Spring Song, tr, by Kenneth Rexroth and Ling Chung
The way the light lingers longer. The way the earth hums awake. The way your heart might be whispering: begin again.
Richard Savoie
Joy Sullivan, "State of Emergency", Instructions for Traveling West
[ID: poem text reading,
"We never guessed how much we'd miss the hot and sticky hugs and standing close enough to whisper. Glory of reach and grasp, nudge, nuzzle, spoon and squeeze.
I've heard the phenomenon is called skin starvation and it's the reason infants are laid naked on their mothers' breast the moment after birth. Because touch is how we greet one another in almost every language and say: you are here and I am with you and we are not alone.
I confess I've not yet learned how to translate the gorgeous shock of seeing you. Even from 6 feet, I wonder if you can feel the electricity of my skin, pining in its sweat song, so helpless and hungry: hello hello hello."
/end poem text.]
seeking, yearning, reaching hands
every time I wanna say "I miss you" I think about its meaning in Persian, we say "my heart has tightened for you". like the thought of losing someone, being away from them is so hard and overwhelming that your heart becomes tighter and tighter, until you can't breathe.
National Geographic | Tehran, Iran (1960) two men washing a 10 foot rug
how to meld all ur identities into one n not be afraid to exist as a contradiction
when hands touch..
we need more beauty, the beauty that saves…
Anna Jolnovskaya
art will save you, being unreasonably passionate about something niche will save you, letting past sources of joy show you the way back to yourself will save you, earnestness over composure will save you, the natural world will save you, caring for something bigger than yourself will save you, daring to be seen will save you, kindness not as a whim but a principle will save you, appreciation as a practice will save you, daring to try something new will save you, grounding will save you, love will save you, one good nights sleep will save you
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- Stone Butch Blues by Leslie Feinberg
Obsessed with everything lace