The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is a kind of grief. Is it that they are born again And we grow old? No, they die too, Their yearly trick of looking new Is written down in rings of grain. Yet still the… Read More The Trees
—Is where space ends called death or infinity? Pablo Neruda, The Book of Questions A mere eyelid’s distance between you and me. It took us a long time to discover the number zero. John’s brother is afraid to go outside. He claims he knows the meaning of zero. I want to kiss you. A mathematician… Read More The Meaning of Zero:A Love Poem
I like my body when it is with your body. – E.E. Cummings
Poetry is a naked woman, a naked man, and the distance between them. – Lawrence Ferlinghetti i’ve found it’s the only way to get people to really listen.
Every kiss is a cursive line Every touch is a redefining phrase I surrender who I’ve been for who you are and nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart – Sleeping At Last
The conversation between your fingers and someone else’s skin. This is the most important discussion you can ever have. – Iain Thomas
I think about this sometimes, how much of life is really just comprised of aptly timed accidents. How we work so hard planning and strategizing and everything else when those skills are illusory life tools at best. How we like to believe we’re in total control of our situations, but when things start to happen,… Read More I think about this …