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.
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 could recognize him by touch alone, by smell. I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.
There is more here,
in this оne
hug,
and I know
you know
it
even if
you will not
acknowledge it.
I
will never hold
anyone else
the same way
again.
I want you flat оn your back. Helpless, tender, open with оnly me to help. And then I want you strong again. You’re not going to die. You might wish you’re going to die, but you’re not going to. You need to settle down a little.
I am оnly responsible for my own heart, you offered yours up for the smashing my darling. оnly a fool would give out such a vital organ.
tell me all the things I need
to hear. tell me my heart
makes you kinder and my
laughter takes your breath away.
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