Gah, airport/flying all morning.. hopefully I can find some gummy bears..
In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”
I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.
(Source: timorleste)
6 hours to awakening.
A long day, a long wait, a long way.
Her childlike resilience leaving her wobbly awake.
Absorbing the ever shouting light into coated eyes.
Go slumber my child, for tomorrow you will sleep in a better bed.
Kiss the furry one good night, and have him for one last rest.
sometimes i am alive because with
me her alert treelike body sleeps
which i will feel slowly sharpening
becoming distinct with love slowly,
who in my shoulder sinks sweetly teeth
until we shall attain the Springsmelling
intense large togethercoloroured instant
the moment pleasantly frightful
when, her mouth suddenly rising, wholly
begins with mine fiercely to fool
(and from my thighs which shrug and pant
a murdering rain leapingly reaches the
upward singular deepest flower which she
carries in a gesture of her hips)
e.e. cummings
you said Is
there anything which
is dead or alive more beautiful
than my body,to have in your fingers
(trembling ever so little)?Looking into
your eyes Nothing,i said,except the
air of spring smelling of never and forever.…and through the lattice which moved as
if a hand is touched by a
hand(which
moved as though
fingers touch a girl’s
breast,
lightly)Do you believe in always,the wind
said to the rain
I am too busy with my flowers to believe,the rain answered
