January 2012
12 posts
“Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for...”
– John Donne, from “Holy Sonnet XIV” (via luxehours)
3 tags
2 tags
Poetry Friday
To See
If we could exit
as gracefully as we entered,
there would be no ripples.
We wouldn’t have to mop the floor
where someone spilled their guts,
meant to be picked up,
reconnected
by a former lover’s warm hands.
And maybe,
maybe we would turn around
to see what we’ve destroyed
to see what we’re responsible for mending
to see.
3 tags
2 tags
Poetry Friday
Reaching for the Afternoon Sun
We made love for several hours
and it wasn’t because I was any good
but because it started in her eyes,
little reflecting pools holding me captive
until she blinked, dropping
me to her lips like a tear.
How many people have kissed the strip of skin
between her eyebrow and her hairline?
Where a freckle serves to remind her of the summer
she fell in...
1 tag
1 tag
3 tags
1 tag
4 tags
“Her lips drink water but her heart drinks wine.”
– E.E. Cummings (via vous-trouvez) 