It’s all about sex,
we both know that.
But what I wonder is
why
after every molecule of desire
in my body has been satisfied
after
the sudden moistening, the deep
fierce aching and rising heat,
after
the throbbing glory of release and the cries
of need and pleasure have dissolved
into the air,
Something like my soul slips from me
and goes to you,
without choice or question,
and wraps itself around you
all night, like the breath
of the moon
And why
I carry the thought of you
as constant as any sun
in my heart.

Gina Zeitlin

fewthistle:

Washington Square Park. New York City. Winter, 1954.

Photographer: André Kértész

#soon  

How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love?

Jonathan Safran Foer

Why are you killing everybody? Why are you making everybody die? (The Fall, 2006)

#the fall  #film  

I want you to tell all your friends you’re out of my league so I can slap you high five when I’m sliding into home.

Andrea Gibson
Title: Milk & Honey Artist: As Tall As Lions 107 plays

I have the sense to be afraid, to be a fool, oh, but I’m on the fence…