" I need the sea because it teaches me."
- Pablo Neruda
whether your rugged head of hair covers
the whole of solitude, whether this expanse
of blood and pastures is infinite.
Tell me: who are you, filled with ships,
covered with moons pulverized by the wine,
owner of all metals, rose
of the deep, rose wet
with the weather of naked love.
|—||The Marine Night (excerpt), Pablo Neruda (via peachykind)|
|—||E.E. Cummings (via delusion-als)|
There is grace as you study me.
Like a wash of mockingbirds up cliffs
drugged with smoked hemp.
You have carried a sunset
into wounds of rose, candles clenched
in star-crystals only I
can pour warm into. Safe
walked the hard balcony; your mouth
opens a forest pollen of orchid
I blow them,…
|—||six word story #5 (via consequentlylove)|
|—||Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via writeloneliness)|
|—||Annette Messanger (via apoetreflects)|