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Some poetry to go with 'Portrait of a lady on fire'
'Although I’d cream my jeans touching your breast,
sweetheart, it isn’t lust; it’s all the rest
of what I want with you that scares me shitless.' https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/49261/didnt-sappho-say-her-guts-clutched-up-like-this
'Although I’d cream my jeans touching your breast,
sweetheart, it isn’t lust; it’s all the rest
of what I want with you that scares me shitless.' https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/49261/didnt-sappho-say-her-guts-clutched-up-like-this
like candles lighting the entire soft lace
of the air
around the full length of your hair/a shower
organized by God
in brown and auburn
undulations luminous like particles
of flame https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/54507/poem-for-haruko
of the air
around the full length of your hair/a shower
organized by God
in brown and auburn
undulations luminous like particles
of flame https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/54507/poem-for-haruko
and sand and rocks
we walked across:
How easily you held
my hand
beside the low tide
of the world
we walked across:
How easily you held
my hand
beside the low tide
of the world
If they'd grown old together:
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/54620/peanut-butter
It’s more
like a playground
where I play
with my reflection
of you until
you come back
and into the
real you I
get to sink
my teeth.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/54620/peanut-butter
It’s more
like a playground
where I play
with my reflection
of you until
you come back
and into the
real you I
get to sink
my teeth.
we are in a world that is not ours. what do we do with the
dreams that touch our consciousness in the nude each night? https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/147272/dreaming-of-lesbos
dreams that touch our consciousness in the nude each night? https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/147272/dreaming-of-lesbos
under the will of the God of sex,
so I softly invoke transformation of your rueful image of haven
–those frozen rocks, that guilty lighthouse isolate from temptation–
to warm Flemish landscape green and brighteyed with daisies of
dizzying color https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/148774/a-poem-of-love-in-eleven-lines
so I softly invoke transformation of your rueful image of haven
–those frozen rocks, that guilty lighthouse isolate from temptation–
to warm Flemish landscape green and brighteyed with daisies of
dizzying color https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/148774/a-poem-of-love-in-eleven-lines
Think that's enough longing for one evening, yeah?
