Faded Fantasy3 читателя тэги

And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.

The gap between compassion and surrender is love’s darkest, deepest region.

Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, оn some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand оne another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.

Falling for him wasn`t falling at all. It was wallking into a house and suddenly knowing you`re at home.

The Soul selects her own Society --

Then — shuts the Door --

To her divine Majority --

Present no more --

Unmoved — she notes the Chariots — pausing --

At her low Gate --

Unmoved — an Emperor be kneeling

Upon her Mat --

I've known her — from an ample nation --

Choose оne --

Then — close the Valves of her attention --

Like Stone --

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.

Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.

Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day

I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,

your hands the color of a savage harvest,

hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,

I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,

the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,

I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,

hunting for you, for your hot heart,

Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

he placed his hands

on my mind

before reaching

for my waist

my hips

or my lips

he didn't call me

beautiful first

he called me

exquisite