To know this severing. To be unwound in the service of your teeth. To be wrecked by the hillside. Anything that hurts more than a field. What was found beneath a stone, / or the tenderness of any new skin.
A soul – dearer to me than my own soul – gave shade to me (protecting me) from the sun. It gave shade to me, how strange, a sun shading (protecting) me from the sun.
you want to become feral & feline but refuse to exhaust the body. no pounce, no dart, no sudden leap, not quick on the feet. stuck on languid stretch. all collapse, no spring. the feline is not only repose but also the coiled force of pursuit
Her finger dug in my underjaw was the first time I'd been touched in months. You can't know how many minutes I spent on this. For you. What's a dollar when I'm telling you I trembled like a bathing animal.
When he looks at me, the way he looks at me... He does not know, what I lack... Or - how - I am incomplete. He sees me, for what I - am, as I am. He's happy - to see me.
I used to lie there beside you, watching you sleep. I thought it was the closest I'd ever get to peace. I looked at you and I realized that I loved you more than I ever knew how to say.
In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality.
My lovely little dove, please don't leave. Whatever you want you can have here, too, with me, we can share it. You're always leaving. Please stop leaving, it kills me every time.