December 2011
64 posts
“These days it feels like breathing, like sleeping, like conversation. Sometimes
like running. A reintroduction to my own breath. I know your body’s pleasure
better than I know my own. Skin and slip and kiss. A bent over slide, like some
ride, you make of me. All the while watching.
In the mirror, we perform for the glass, though only I see this scene.
That’s you, your licked fingers, making my back arc.
A curled-toe shiver. A crying sigh and collapse.
Afterwards, we are again separate. Legs wound round, a shared immediate
sleep, mammal warmth. Here we are.” —
like running. A reintroduction to my own breath. I know your body’s pleasure
better than I know my own. Skin and slip and kiss. A bent over slide, like some
ride, you make of me. All the while watching.
In the mirror, we perform for the glass, though only I see this scene.
That’s you, your licked fingers, making my back arc.
A curled-toe shiver. A crying sigh and collapse.
Afterwards, we are again separate. Legs wound round, a shared immediate
sleep, mammal warmth. Here we are.” —
Adriana Grant, Like running, like breathing (via grammatolatry
)
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this room and everything in it: Dog Days →
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When my camera looks up at November, it shows me
the darkest part of the maple & then gives out.
You were halfway down the street at that point
and more belligerent than I recalled, which I now
understand happens with the years,
each one a brother further gone. You and I, we are not
so…
“So I decided to become a midwife… I wanted to deliver a thousand babies. And as each one arrives, especially the little girls, I’ll be there first to whisper into her tender little ear: REBEL! REBEL!”
—
Emma Goldman (via humours
)
I Need Some Fine Wine And You, You Need To Be Nicer
The Cardigans
I Need Some Fine Wine, And You, You Need to Be Nicer - The Cardigans - Super Extra Gravity
