“I wear your kiss like a feather
Laid upon my cheek”
— Stephen Spender
— Stephen Spender
In everyone there sleeps
A sense of life lived according to love.
To some it means the difference they could make
By loving others, but across most it sweeps
As all they might have done had they been loved.
Old dream maker,
where ever you’re going,
I’m going you way.
Falling (Vocals by Julee Cruise) - Twin Peaks Soundtrack
— Jacques Prévert
Everything is quiet. Everything is very still. I dig my toes into the lazy earth. Time slows and the evening flows like honey. I pull my knees to my chest and watch with half-awake eyes.
I remember walking with you down a dirt road at four in the morning. The horizon buzzed like a gap-toothed cheshire cat smile spread wide above our heads. We were chasing black dogs and dancing lights. A question slid beneath the canvas of the evening, hid in long, berry-bruised shadows, dripped from the sky like strawberry jam.
It beckoned to be tasted. And it tasted like love.
Or a waking dream. Now Autumn is lifting the summer heat from the soil as she lays her cool bones to rest.
The leaves will be falling soon. I roll my affection into the open, close my eyes, and I wait.
Incense, sandalwood, and a half lit cigarette rest by the window in the bedroom of my new apartment. Soft rain drops in small intervals. The air is sultry. It’s heat, soil, and salt. It’s the promise of a new summer. Late nights turn into magnum colored dawns. Unfamiliar faces slowly smile. I pour my sixth cup of gin. Pangs of love-gone-by still prick somewhere deep inside from time to time, but followed without regret. I’ve let go, but I’m not quiet sure I’m ready to move on, just yet. The hot summer is wide open. I only have to walk out the door.
— Theodore Roethke
Sometimes I have wanted
to throw you off
like a heavy coat.
Sometimes I have said
you would not let me
breathe or move.
But now that I am free
to choose light clothes
or none at all
I feel the cold
and all the time I think
how warm it used to be.
Oh you are in my blood like holy wine,
You taste so bitter and so sweet.
Oh I could drink a case of you darling,
And I would still be on my feet,
Oh I would still be on my feet.
James Blake - A Case Of You (Joni Mitchell Cover)