...and you and I shall form that unique design for which I yearn

“In spite of everything I loved you, and will go on loving you—on my knees, with my shoulders drawn back, showing my heels to the headsman and straining my goose neck—even then. And afterwards—perhaps most of all afterwards—I shall love you, and one day we shall have a real, all-embracing explanation, and then perhaps we shall somehow fit together, you and I, and turn ourselves in such a way that we form one pattern, and solve the puzzle: draw a line from point A to point B…without looking, or, without lifting the pencil…or in some other way…we shall connect the points, draw the line, and you and I shall form that unique design for which I yearn.”


Vladimir Nabokov, Invitation to a Beheading

chinese foot chart

Every part of us alerts another part. 

Press a spot in the tender 

arch and  feel the scalp twitch. 

We are no match for ourselves 

but our own release.

Each touch uncatches some remote lock. 

Look, boats of mercy embark from our heart at the oddest knock.  

– Kay Ryan

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I'll give to you my army and my city and my throne I'll give the flower of my love to you and you alone

Darling I am shaking
And my limbs are made of fire
And though all heaven is revealed
You are my one desire
I cannot hold my thoughts
There is poison in my head
I simply turned to look
And all at once the world is dead

Oh lover still your tongue
You're the king of all you see
The unmade bed you lie upon
This strange likeness of me
My body be your focus
Your labour be my joy
For everything's decided
In the twinkle of an eye

Darling I am a sailor
And I chart the southern lands
I calm the ocean with my song
And I rouse her with my hands
I'll build for you a craft
Out of my jealousies
We'll raise the sail and let it coast
Into eternity

Lover you are weary
Come and rest between my thighs
The hungry dogs of reason
They have filled you full of lies
I'll give to you my army
And my city and my throne
I'll give the flower of my love
To you and you alone

for my L.

...without you

It's the season of good will

Oh I guess I love you still

lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely Christmas ....without you

something

“We do not believe in ourselves 

until someone reveals that deep inside us 

something is valuable, 

worth listening to, 

worthy of our trust, 

sacred to our touch. 

Once we believe in ourselves 

we can risk curiosity, wonder, 

spontaneous delight or any experience 

that reveals the human spirit.”

E.E. Cummings

you said "Love is touching souls" surely you touched mine cause part of you pours out of me

Oh you are in my blood like holy wine

Oh and you taste so bitter but you taste so sweet

Oh I could drink a case of you

I could drink a case of you darling

Still I'd be on my feet

I'd still be on my feet

I'm frightened by the devil

And I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid

I remember that time that you told me, you said

"Love is touching souls"

Surely you touched mine

"Cause part of you pours out of me

In these lines from time to time

James Blake - A Case of You από Flixgr

I met a woman

She had a mouth like yours

She knew your life

She knew your devils and your deeds

And she said

"Go to him, stay with him if you can

Oh but be prepared to bleed"

Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain... you like your girls insane...

Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry

Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough

I don’t know why

Keep making me laugh

Let's go get high

The road is long, we carry on

Try to have fun in the meantime

Come take a walk on the wild side

Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain

You like your girls insane...

Choose your last words,

This is the last time

Cause you and I

We were born to die

a voice I need to hear, a laugh I need to show, we' re lonely, babe, in a boat again...

I wanna meet a friend in a bar tonight
the evening is long
so long i hardly move
A can in my hand
a picture in my mind
a voice I need to hear, a laugh I need to show
We' re lonely, babe
in a boat, again
I need to see a friend tonight or see the people in a bar
I wish they could not see me at all
How I wish I could describe their pain
or my pain
The mystic light, the choir of smoke
The smell of wood, the pose, the joke
The dirty little world inside that needs to come out
needs to come out

I wanna meet a friend in a bar tonight
the evening is long
If only I had that strength
to see those people, all so lonely as me

...it's accepting...