earth and clinging roots

I will not whine, I will obey and be (forever) still.

Please keep him safe. Let him lay his head on my chest and we will be like sailors, swimming in the sound of it, dashed to pieces.

You have a great deal of love inside of you. It is a special and vast kind of love. You need to trust it. You need to be able to trust it.

Because you know that’s not how you want it to end. You know I’d love to have you with me, and it will be that way, one day. But this isn’t the way it ought to happen.

Summer night– even the stars are whispering to each other.

I want everything quiet and simple. For me: walking barefoot, sitting still, reading, listening to stories and now and then telling some myself. Eating fruit, drinking milk, longing to create, but with patience and many insights.

Night-born beauty. How sweetly she melts in her sin.

I remove my shirt, palm my breasts like peaches. I remove / the curtains; now everything I swallow is light.