bones and I
laugh"
Charles Bukowski (via selflessheart)
(Source: light-essence, via solitudinal)
"Love breaks my
bones and I
laugh"
bones and I
laugh"
Rory Rhodes: New-found Love
This Love lives happy—untarnished by time and decay,
as it lives in prosperity—growing bigger day by day,
all new Love is enjoyed for it’s ripe, exotic fruits;
tastes never before experienced, a taste that suits
all of the feeders of Love—delicious without delay.
This Love isn’t black or…
How?
How do I love thee?
Let me count the
whimpers in the bedroom,
moans behind the shower door,
the bitten lips,
bruises on my hips.How do I love thee?
Let me count the
broken bedside lamps,
snapped silver chains,
wet patches on the sheets.How do I love thee?
Let me count to five,
take a breath
and start to count
again.
"
Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem;
I whisper with my lips close to your ear,
I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you.
O I have been dilatory and dumb;
I should have made my way straight to you long ago;
I should have blabb’d nothing but you, I should have chanted nothing
but you.
I will leave all, and come and make the hymns of you;
None have understood you, but I understand you;
None have done justice to you—you have not done justice to yourself;
None but have found you imperfect—I only find no imperfection in
you.
To You, Walt Whitman (via theangelshare)
Anecdote
So silent I when Love was by
He yawned, and turned away;
But Sorrow clings to my apron-strings,
I have so much to say.
Dorothy Parker
(via poetryunderwater)
