Here we go.
Although we talk excitedly, although we mean what we say and listen closely to each other, the real burden of our talk is the affection that contains and exalts us.
— Cider 5¢ A Glass by Donald Hall
Only my fingers in your hair, only, my eyes
Splitting the skull to tickle your brain with love
In a slow caress blurring the mind,
kissing your mouth awake
Opening the body’s mouth and stopping the words.
— Muriel Rukeyser, Three Sides of a Coin (via vilis)
