Posts tagged lit.

Someone whose smallest movements amaze me: her hair falling over her eyes, the soft swell of her hips when she lies down, a deep sigh when she sleeps.

Someone who maps every ticklish part of my body and then uses her knowledge strictly for evil.

Someone who paints our bodies black and makes love with me under the stars.

Someone who burns through my chest like that first shot of scotch.

Someone whose tongue, if we’re kept apart too long, would nervously trace my face into the roof of her mouth.

Andy Weaver, A Little Love Poem

And if I blink my eyes enough, maybe I will wake up and you will still be there sleeping next to me.

We lay down on my floor, our backs to the day. I needed no more light than was in her touch, her fingers brushing my skin, bringing up the nerve ends. Eyes closed I began a voyage down her spine, the cobbled road of hers that brought me to a cleft and a damp valley then a deep pit to drown in. What other places are there in the world than those discovered on a lover’s body?

Jeanette Winterson

At halfway between folding
and taking over
the whole goddamn world,
I froze.

Jessica Dawson

You have broken down my defenses. And I don’t really resent it.

Vita Sackville-West in a letter to Virginia Woolf

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