The essence of skin is touch
as the purpose of tongues, taste
the voice of our reason, thought
Yet to taste your skin evades reason,
and I am lost in thoughts of your touch.
Our dance has expanded, hands interlocked
fields carried us to vistas, mountains
turned oceans, dipped…
"By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes."
W. Shakespeare (via mycolorbook)
"Open locks, whoever knocks!"
"It is not our job to remain whole.
We came to lose our leaves
Like the trees, and be born again,
Drawing up from the great roots."
Robert Bly (via observando)
I will take a match to this paper sky
and it will burn;
the last sunset on earth.
softer than silk.
smoother than the wind.
But your eyes,
deeper than the ocean."
A.W. (via captainfries)