4.02.2014

I will wade out


' i will wade out
                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                       Alive
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of my flesh
I will rise
               After a thousand years
lipping
flowers

 And set my teeth in the silver of the moon '

E.E.Cummings


Matilde being sexy in an unmade bed




Shivering



'We broke everything that was right 
 We both enjoyed a good fight
 And we solved all the holes we had to breathe
 To make the other one leave
 And we stole every moment we had to make the other one feel bad
 And we hoped that we could be what we knew
 We would never turn out to be real

And I loved the way you looked at me
And I miss the way you made me feel
When we were alone. '

Picnic nostalgia