Leaning Into The Afternoons...

The birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you.

I Want To Eat Your Skin Like A Whole Almond

"Love" - Pablo Neruda

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.

I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands; how did your lips feel on mine?

Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks, the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.

I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten your eyes.

Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will do me irreparable harm.

Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.

I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.

Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shootings stars, falling objects.

i like my body when it is with your

i like my body when it is with your body.

It is so quite new a thing.

Muscles better and nerves more.

i like your body.

i like what it does, i like its hows.

i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling-firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again kiss,

i like kissing this and that of you,

i like,

slowly stroking the,

shocking fuzz of your electric fur,

and what-is-it comes over parting flesh...

And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

-E.E. Cummings