Let me caress your face, grab the back of your neck and pull you closer to me.
I want to feel your heart beat against my body.
I desire to feel how my eyes get lost in yours.
Your breath in my face while our lips come together in a kiss that touches our soul.
“The Greek word for “return” is nostos. Algos means “suffering.” So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return.”
“Life has no meaning. Each of us has meaning and we bring it to life. It is a waste to be asking the question when you are the answer.”
“And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.”
“We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.”
“But my heart aches. I love you continuously, intensely.”
my feminine side
she cut the stems
and placed them gently
down my throat
and these tu lips”
might soon eclipse
your brightest hopes