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Z/F/
Maybe I'm getting tired - I can't think of anything but nights with you. I want them warm and silvery.
E/H/
We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and stars bright.
R/B/
Torn apart by the storms of love
and put back together by the calms
of love,
I lie here in a harbor
that does not know
where your body ends
and my body begins.
Fish swim between our ribs
and sea gulls cry like mirrors
to our blood.
J/E/
I live my own life and nurse my own wounds. It’s not the best way to live. But it’s the way I am.
S/S/
I’m haunted by your scent
When I’m talking to someone else
I’m haunted by your eyes
In the middle of brushing my teeth
I’m haunted by your hair
By your skin
When you’re not around
Are you visiting me
Am I dreaming you up
B/H/
Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as an escape.