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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

memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours 2

     I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times… In life after life, in age after age, forever. My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs, That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms, In life after life, in age after age, […]

i loved chris muller that year 1

Because he had a sparse moustache growing across his upper lip, a thin precursor to manhood, an almost man— because he smelled like cigarettes, I loved Chris Muller that year. I loved Chris Muller the day he asked me into the locker room, beyond the urinals and benches, through the narrow hallway of sweat and […]

i like my body when it is with your 2

i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i […]

may you give it to me and I not beg it from you 0

I want to cry my pain and I am telling you so you will love me and cry for me in a nightfall of nightingales with a dagger, with kisses and with you. I want to kill the only witness to the assassination of my flowers and change my weeping and my sweating into an […]

in life we share a single quilt 24

You and I have so much love That it burns like a fire, In which we bake a lump of clay Moulded into a figure of you And a figure of me. Then we take both of them, And break them into pieces, And mix the pieces with water, And mould again a figure of […]

I kissed him despairingly on the mouth and he said good-bye 1

“You’re beautiful,” I said. “I love you.” I met him half an hour ago but he was and I did– there were above a hundred thousand people at the party and he was a bar-tender. “Am I?” he said, “I don’t know what to say–” Since he didn’t know me at all he could hardly […]

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