"No, I couldn’t make present
the tender way he took my body in the night
into his arms, holding his one radiance to me
like a wet match upon which one
dry spot remained and he turned just so and struck himself
against me and there was a blazing up, the way the night
ignites with more than lips and parted legs
when two souls
in their firefly selves
come together asking
to be buried in the no-song-left-but-this dark."
- Tess Gallagher,
from “Laughter and Stars,” in The New Bread Loaf Anthology of Contemporary American Poetry,
ed. by Michael Collier and Stanley Plumly (Middlebury College Press, 1999)
(Source: apoetreflects, via singlebychoice)
"Attract them by the way you live."
not wanting me.
the beginning of me.
"Everyone needs a place. It shouldn’t be inside of someone else."