While I can’t have you, I long for you. I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a plane to meet you for coffee. I’d take a taxi across town to see you for ten minutes. I’d wait outside all night if I thought you would open the door in the morning. If you call me and say ‘Will you…’ my answer is ‘Yes’, before your sentence is out. I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you. For me, imagination and desire are very close.
To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no оne was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels оn the paving stones, why no оne else’s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single оne of her gestures, not оne of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.
here's my neck: cut it
you'll need a lamb to sacrifice
on your altar
- gods demand blood.
here's my mind: take it
shatter it, raise your empire
from my ruins
- gods demand change.
here's my body: take it
use it, sink your teeth into it, claim it
as your own
- gods demand devotion.
here's my heart: grab it
eat it, tear it apart, swallow it
whole
- I've found religion.
He took her into his arms again, using all his strength to be gentle, and let his lips touch hers so lightly he could hardly feel it.
Kissing you is terrifying, breathing your same air makes my knees weak, when I’m around you it’s a tie between wanting to chase you down—or just kiss you until you can’t breathe.
But how do I show that nothing, not a taste, not a smell, not even the color of the sky has ever been as clear and sharp as it was when I belonged to him? I don’t know how to express that being with someone so dangerous was the last time I felt safe.
A glimpse through an interstice caught,
Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room around the stove late of a winter night, and I unremark’d seated in a corner,
Of a youth who loves me and whom I love, silently approaching and seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand,
A long while amid the noises of coming and going, of drinking and oath and smutty jest,
There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little, perhaps not a word.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.
The fist clenched round my heart
loosens a little, and I gasp
brightness; but it tightens
again. When have I ever not loved
the pain of love?
But this has moved
past love to mania.
This has the strong
clench of the madman, this is
gripping the ledge of unreason, before
plunging howling into the abyss.
Hold hard then, heart.
This way at least you live.
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