When you miss someone …
there is an emptiness in you …
It’s hollow, like any breath might be your last breath
because each one is a struggle.
If you think about the way you miss them too long, it starts to get harder and harder until you’re certain this is what dying must feel like. This is what choking on the smoke in your lungs must feel like after it has filled the entire room …
– Kat Savage –

body open
to the slow intoxication of fingers,
body defended
surrendered …

in a secret garden,
to suck up silence,
to hear
the murmur of blade …
to breathe
the deep dark sweetness …
ready to bite till a scream …
pleads for a dagger
body for surrendering to tears.
body ripe for death.

body for imbibing to the end –
my ocean, brief …
my secret vessel,
my propitious wind,
my errant, unknown,
endless navigation.

– Eugenio de Andrade –

It’s urgent — love.
It’s urgent — a boat upon the sea.

It’s urgent to destroy certain words,
hate, solitude, and cruelty,
some moanings,
many swords.

It’s urgent to invent a joyfulness,
multiply kisses and cornfields,
discover roses and rivers
and glistening mornings — it’s urgent.

Silence and an impure light fall upon
our shoulders till they ache.
It’s urgent — love, it’s urgent
to endure.

– Eugenio de Andrade -( from Forbidden Words )

Passion is life and delights await those whose soul lusts for new experiences. Every breath should stir deep, simmering desire for those who incite torrid urges and send blood coursing through fevered veins. Throw each shiver hard against unyielding rock, salaciously invade the soft pleasures whose ripe lips hunger for satisfaction, demanding the flame be fanned and thirst be quenched…
Demand no less, take no prisoners…
– Virginia Alison –