31 quotes found
“I had embraced you...long before i hugged you.”
“Love me...with all the abandonof a sudden wild rain.”
“May our twilights mix togetherlike breath and breathlessness.”
“she's gotoceanstucked awayin her hairpoems swimunder her skin.”
“There is a moon,that rests in the quiet cornersof a lover’s lips.”
“And stay, my dearstay...forever, as my quiet song,in my lilac dawn.”
“The splendid thingabout falling apartsilently...is thatyou can start overas many timesas you like.”
“With callused handsi tastedthe softness of the moonin the coldest windsi discoveredmy soul's warmest fireplacein the roughnessof his stubblethe tenderest love.”
“sometimes i don't know, which momentwhich cool gust of wind will come,and enchant metousling my hairand my heart, stirring...that familiar ache of poetry, which drop will kissthe old wrench in my s...”
“Sometimes I think,I need a spare heart to feel all the things I feel.”
“in the afterglowof an evening raini lay downin the grass and think of youmy body acheslike an after-kissbreaking in soft firesand wildflowersmy dear, i will always bethis tender for you.”
“May your love for me be likethe scent of the evening seadrifting inthrough a quiet windowso i do not have to runor chase or fall... to feel youall i have to dois breathe.”
“moonlight disappears down the hillsmountains vanish into fogand i vanish into poetry.”
“a single poemthe thing that can keep melight on my feet,when my soul isheavy with sorrow.”
“If I began to drawmyself away from youwe’d still be liketwo mixed colors of paintimpossible to separate.”
“A single poem, alonecan turn tidesscatter galaxiesand burst forth with riversfrom paradise.”
“Watch, how the sunslowly risesfrom behind my earnew lines, new countriesspring up in my palmsmy rough hairbecome swaying silkand all the leavesin my bodybecome lusher than fruits.”
“my dear,we are all made of water. it's okay to rage. sometimes it's okay to rest. to recede.”
“You askif I will write a poemI could,I supposewrite the mostsplendiferousone of allbut notrightnownot whenyour handsare brewingwarmcinnamon teaacross my skinnot when I’mtrying to imaginewhat might ...”
“how is it thathe's alwaysin my thoughts. even when i am not thinking.”
“for we all have our own twilights and mistsand abyssesto return to.”
“Scatter as a prayerescaping my lips...as orchidsblooming in clouds.”
“There is somethingmystically sadand beautifulabouthowi will neversee youagainbut meet youagain and againin poetry.”
