Dorothy Livesay, from The Collected Poems; “Ballad of Me,” wr. c. July 1931

raw with love

little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won’t flinch and
i won’t blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the **** heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won’t blame you,
instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and i won’t use it
yet.

c—–g:

alice notley

Source: c—–g

antigonick:

“You are a fever I am trying to live with.”

— Richard Siken, excerpt of Straw House, Straw Dog

punlovsin:

^{to Henry Miller}

I think I was Anaïs in a past life

Source: punlovsin

slluxa:

““You’re in love with him,” she remarks. Her voice is soft. “I can tell by the way you look at him.” “Oh?” I say. “And how exactly do I do that?” She points at the bonfire in front of us. “The way the moon looks at the sun,” she explains. “Like for the first time in your life you feel warm.””

— Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)

Immediate tears

luthienne:

“…I am half afraid to hope for what I long for.”

— Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Mrs. A.P Strong, August 1851

cherryrossetti:

“Something about angel wings — / Much about a broken heart —”

— Edgar Allan Poe, from Tamerlane & Other Poems; “The Valley Nis,”

(via loveage-moondream)