"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Thursday, January 16, 2014

Soul

 

 



I want to make love to your soul



While your eyes watch
While your body trembles
While your mind wonders 
While your heart ponders
While your voice whispers



(Why...)



Why did this take so long 



(So long...)



So long to feel alive



To...breathe 
....curl toes
...bite a lower lip
...clinch cotten sheets
...smell the morning dew 



I want your soul to exhale

 

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