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interlude for the grand sonata
every mouth you’ve ever kissed
was just practice
all the bodies you’ve ever undressed
and ploughed in to
were preparing you for me.
i don’t mind tasting them in the
memory of your mouth
they were a long hall way
a door half open
a single suit case still on the conveyor belt
was it a long journey?
did it take you long to find me?
you’re here now,
welcome home.

Warsan Shire

You swallowing matches and suddenly I’m yelling Strike me. Strike anywhere.

I swear, I end up feeling empty, like you’ve taken something out of me, and I have to search my body for the scars, thinking

Did he find that one last tender place to sink his teeth in? I know you want me to say it, it’s in the script, you want me to say Lie down on the bed, you’re all I ever wanted and worth dying for too

but I think I’d rather keep the bullet this time. It’s mine, you can’t have it, see, I’m not giving it up. This way you still owe me, and that’s as good as anything.

Richard Siken

She’s got the whole dark forest living inside of her.

Tom Waits about his wife Kathleen in an interview with Playboy
#Tom Waits  #lit  #quote  

I told her, “We have both lost ourselves, but sometimes we reveal the most when we are least like ourselves. I am not trying to think any more. I can’t think when I am with you. You are like me, wishing for a perfect moment, but nothing too long imagined can be perfect in a worldly way. Neither one of us can say just the right thing. We are overwhelmed. Let us be overwhelmed. It is so lovely, so lovely. I love you…

Anais Nin
#Anais Nin  #lit  #quote  

When I look up at night, all the constellations look like you.

And then there were the ways You watched me
moving back into my cave where the wheels turn,
same wheels that drove You off.

I should have told You
before talking in terms of Forever
that any given day wears me out and works me sour,
that there are nights when the sky is so clear
I stand obnoxious underneath it
begging for the stars to shoot at me
just so I can feel at Home.

What’s left of You now is a shrine
built from the pieces I kept of Your presence,
Your incredible stretch of presence.
It sits in Our room like a sandpiper
cross-legged and crying,
remembering the night we met
and the day You left, and the Light
shifting in between.

Buddy Wakefield