Still makes me swallow hard
Have, not butterflies,
But excited birds in my stomach
Make up silly lines
And say silly things
Still gives the best shades
Of my favorite colors
To my otherwise monochrome days
Yes she still makes me want
The surprise kisses
Tangle of clothing and sheets
Still crave for the sweet lips
Soft skin that trembles at my touch
Best of all is that there’s still
The ache that draws me in
To her wholeness
To the comfort of her presence
To my sanity
To the simple feelings
And to the more complicated ones.
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting-
over and over announcing your place
In the family of things.
"Wild Geese," Mary Oliver (via plantstem)
Come into me.
Let me remind you why human contact is an absolute necessity.
Let me grab those hips of yours, and bring you in close enough to show you that you will never lose me.
I want to bite your lips and fill your mouth with reasons why you’ll never want to belong to anyone else. I’ll let you trail your fingernails down my back as a map of the places you’ve taken me.
You’ll fill my ears with the noises you make and remind me that the only thing I want to get high off of is your laugh.
And when I whisper that I love you, it’ll never be out of secrecy, but rather out of the certainty that you literally leave me breathless.
you touching my arm
setting fire to my mind.
flood, nayyirah waheed (via nayyirahwaheed)