Alien baby

Best. Weekend. Plans. Ever.

Terrance Hayes, from “Coffin for Head of State,” Lighthead (via lifeinpoetry)

i never have to tell you twice how to touch me. in this dream, i wear the red dress and later it wears your smell like an accessory. in this dream, the poetry dances in me like a smoke signal, higher and higher ‘til everyone sees it. in this dream, there’s no red panic. no doubt in me. not a single reservation. in this dream, the desire keeps swelling, a tide churning over and over into a thick white foam. in this dream, eyes follow me around the party, but yours are the only ones i meet. in this dream, you kiss like you can’t believe it. you are the perfect recipient of this body. the perfect receptacle for this body. in this dream, i pour my body like a drink for you. sit it sweating in front of you and dare you to turn it down. in this dream, we’re dizzy as a firework. we’re dizzy as a heatwave. dizzy as someone starved for weeks in a room without windows. in this dream, i am straight as an arrow. direct as a one-way street. in this dream, there’s no turning back. no room for a u-turn. in this dream, i take your hands and lead them inside me. i have no shame. no quiet embarassment. in this dream, i don’t know what it is to be self-conscious. i am full as a raincloud. i am ready to break. i am a flood warning. in this dream, i make you solve for x. i lay spread across your bed, writhing, and  i am confident you’ll get the answer. you’ll figure me. exact. in this dream, i swallow the sun. i swallow the sun and it beams out of me. you swelter when you touch me. you melt before me. you are liquid gold. in this dream, i am never sorry. i never learned to speak apology. i burn and i burn and i never regret it.

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I don’t care if they can’t understand me. They may be garbage cats, but they’re my garbage cats.

Por : Bruno   Matsuhashi

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John C. Maxwell (via mysimplereminders)

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