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I’ve got to tell you how I love you always I think of it on grey mornings with death in my mouth the tea is never hot enough then and the cigarette dry the maroon robe chills me I need you and look out the window at the noiseless snow At night on the dock the buses glow like clouds and I am lonely thinking of flutes I miss you always when I go to the beach the sand is wet with tears that seem mine although I never weep and hold you in my heart with a very real humor you’d be proud of the parking lot is crowded and I stand rattling my keys the car is empty as a bicycle what are you doing now where did you eat your lunch and were there lots of anchovies it is difficult to think of you without me in the sentence you depress me when you are alone Last night the stars were numerous and today snow is their calling card I’ll not be cordial there is nothing that distracts me music is only a crossword puzzle do you know how it is when you are the only passenger if there is a place further from me I beg you do not go

Frank O'Hara, “Morning” (via hiddenshores)

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for once I am something but glass when you touch me. a light on a dark day, as they say, a dream come true, and at the same time a tunnel with no air, a feeling so deep you feel its claws in your belly, I love you, my lover. you make me ache, slammed against a wall, your hands tugging my hair, and you won't let me go, but I can't be let go now. a belonging to something that is not yourself, a chain link, a lock and key, prison handcuffs, your teeth on my neck. an attachment to that which is foreign, an object, a body, lips, a tongue, breath, and inside it a mind, eyes that see, eyes that see me, devour me, eyes that see something which I am not. I want you to hold me in your mouth and let me out when you sing. I want to shine light on you always, even in your dreams, a light that warms you. to hold, to be held, not chained, a soft grasp, a question mark, a semicolon, an ellipsis, you? and I? to exist with you in a warm bath, a waterfall flowing, not the end of something, nor the beginning, not a statement, not a command, a letter that has no reply. I want you to hold me like this, still like snowflakes as they land. still, impermanent. I find myself within you, a mirror, silver in your moonlight.

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