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between them a spark passed 20

Their eyes met with a singular directness of gaze. Between them a spark passed which was not afterwards to be distinguished, though neither of them knew the moment of its kindling…   Text: excerpt from ‘The Shuttle,’ 1907, Frances Hodgson Burnett Image: photographer, subjects, unknown

hand in glove 0

Hand in glove, we can go wherever we please And everything depends upon 
how near you stand to me And if the people stare, 
then the people stare Oh, I really don’t know and I really don’t care   Image: photographer, subjects, unknown Text: excerpt, ‘Hand in Glove,’ the Smiths  

what if we got outside ourselves 2

  What if we got outside ourselves and there really was an outside out there, not just our insides turned inside out?  , not just the waves off my own fire, like those waves off the backyard grill you can see the next yard through, though not well — just enough to know that off […]

three questions 0

What was it like to love him? Asked Gratitude. It was like being exhumed, I answered. And brought to life in a flash of brilliance. What was it like to be loved in return? Asked Joy. It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence. […]

we two keep together 2

Shine! shine! shine! Pour down your warmth, great sun! While we bask, we two together. Two together! Winds blow south, or winds blow north, Day come white, or night come black, Home, or rivers and mountains from home, Singing all time, minding no time, While we two keep together. Text: Walt Whitman, 1859 excerpt from […]

he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you 1

You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your […]

he was not asleep 2

  After we retired and I was convinced by his poor attempt at snoring that he was not asleep, I gently placed by arm around his great manly form. This was enough. He turned toward me, placed his arms around my neck, pressed his lips against my own and — forgot to snore. For once […]

when I had nothing else to cling to 3

  [Your] name seemed like a wonderful gift to me. It seems so still. I have carried it for a long time, the most precious thing I owned. I spoke it rarely, so that it would not become tainted by my surroundings. I kept it buried deep inside, and when I had nothing else to cling […]

I’m not coming with you 0

When the train comes, you’ll see the light. I’m not coming with you but I’ll hold you tight. Text: Excerpt, ‘Story,’ a poem by Honor Moore Image: Photographer, sitters, unknown. via Sissydude/Tumblr

heaven’s so big there ain’t no need to look up 5

I woke beneath a clear blue sky — the sun a shout, the breeze a sigh. The old hometown, and the streets I knew, wrapped up in a royal blue. I heard my friends laughing out across the fields — The girls in the gloaming and the birds on the wheel. The raw smell of […]

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