Life is too short for shitty sex and bad relationships.
Things I need to accomplish in 2014
- be less accessible to those I desire
- stop investing myself in others with such ease
- quit giving advice & listening as it’s never reciprocated
- eliminate “lust” from my emotions
- sleep until 2015
People will stab you in your back and then ask why you’re bleeding.
I love the handful of the earth you are.
Because of its meadows, vast as a planet,
I have no other star. You are my replica
of the multiplying universe.
Your wide eyes are the only light I know
from extinguished constellations;
your skin throbs like the streak
of a meteor through rain.
Your hips were that much of the moon for me;
your deep mouth and its delights, that much sun;
your heart, fiery with its long red rays,
was that much ardent light, like honey in the shade.
So I pass across your burning form, kissing
you - compact and planetary, my dove, my globe.