love
12 words
her holy hands scorch me that effervescent grin the laugh that went into the candle wax those splashing eyes her fingers a myriad of vowels, of consonants that eclectic thing she does when she breathes me in her winsome writing dress introspection is where she stepped onto the bus murmuration is where she got off […]
this is how our love affair would go
(from a dog-eared SAGA notebook, november 2000) this is how our love affair would go if you weren’t married, or straight, or celebate — and i don’t even know if you’re married, or straight or celebate, but if i did know, and you weren’t any of those things, or on the rebound, or dying … […]
quote of the day
This heart, I know, To be long loved was never framed, For something in its depths doth glow Too strange, too restless, too untamed. — Matthew Arnold, A Farewell