The conversation between your fingers and someone else’s skin. — Iain Thomas

The conversation between your fingers and someone else’s skin. This is the most important discussion you can ever have.     — Iain Thomas Advertisements

Love at First Sight, by Wislawa Szymborska

Love at First Sight They’re both convinced that a sudden passion joined them. Such certainty is more beautiful, but uncertainty is more beautiful still. Since they’d never met before, they’re sure that there’d been nothing between them. But what’s the word from the streets, staircases, hallways– perhaps they’ve passed by each other a million times? … Continue reading

It’s clear to me now that I have been moving toward you and you toward me for a long time.

It’s clear to me now that I have been moving toward you and you toward me for a long time. Though neither of us was aware of the other before we met, there was a kind of mindless certainty bumming blithely along beneath our ignorance that ensured we would come together. Like two solitary birds … Continue reading

This Room and Everything in It, by Li-Young Lee

Lie still now while I prepare for my future, certain hard days ahead, when I’ll need what I know so clearly this moment. I am making use of the one thing I learned of all the things my father tried to teach me: the art of memory. I am letting this room and everything in … Continue reading

“But love, sooner or later, forces us out of time.” | On love, from Wendell Berry

“… But love, sooner or later, forces us out of time. It does not accept that limit. Of all that we feel and do, all the virtues and all the sins, love alone crowds us at last over the edge of the world. For love is always more than a little strange here. It is … Continue reading

Robert Doisneau – Le baiser de l’Hotel de Ville 1950

Ed van der Elsken – Love on the Left, Paris 1950

December, by Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz

When my body had forgotten its purpose, when it just hung off my brainstem like whipped mule. When my hands only wrote. When my mouth only ate. When my ass sat, my eyes read, when my reflexes were answers to questions we all already knew. Remember how it was then that you slid your hand … Continue reading

An Exercise in Love, by Diane Di Prima

for Jackson Allen My friend wears my scarf at his waist I give him moonstones He gives me shell & seaweeds He comes from a distant city & I meet him We will plant eggplants & celery together He weaves me cloth  Many have brought the gifts I use for his pleasure silk, & green … Continue reading

To Scott from Zelda

I don’t suppose I really know you very well – but I know you smell like the delicious damp grass that grows near old walls and that your hands are beautiful opening out of your sleeves and that the back of your head is a mossy sheltered cave when there is trouble in the wind … Continue reading