I take it back ( Read more... )

WHY, when it’s possible to pass away the interval
of existence as laurel, a little darker than all
other green, with tiny ripples along each
leaf’s edge (like a wind’s smile) -: why then
human necessity - and, evading destiny,
long for destiny? ..,

Oh not because happiness existsthat too-hasty advantage of a nearing loss ( Read more... )

I touch your mouth, I touch the edge of your mouth with my finger, I am drawing it as if it were something my hand was sketching, as of for the first time your mouth opened a little, and all I have to do is close my eyes to erase it and start all over again, every time I can make the mouth I want appear, the mouth which my hand chooses and sketches ( Read more... )

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"Deer Tracks"
Richard Brautigan

Beautiful, sobbing
high-geared fucking
and then to lie silently
like deer tracks in the
freshly-fallen snow beside
the one you love.
That's all.

We were inside the train car when I started to cry. You were crying too,
smiling and crying in a way that made me
even more hysterical. You said I could have anything I wanted, but I
just couldn't say it out loud.
Actually, you said Love, for you ( Read more... )

"spooning is innocent foreplay almost entirely restricted to facial nuzzling. as described by lawrence, it is a form of sex in the head. spooners graze around each other's necks, ears, hair, cheeks, mouth, taking time off for a digression here, a little essay there, a bit of exploration, a pause for effect. what happens to the rest of the body ( Read more... )