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On my knees I beg please
take me down where you go
throw me over your want
make me a place in the meadow
stow me in your secrets
touch me with your sleep
keep me in your honor
clutch me when you fall
leap into my open life
on my knees imploring
give me a dance.
~t.t.t.
#16napowrimo2013
Muse
I imagine her lying in bed
luxurious covers about her
orange fabrics draped
from her teal walls
soft comforting pillows
easing her warm curves
I would if I could
slip inside those covers
not to offend but to comfort
to gently move my body
to rest against hers
quietly in the night.
t.t.t.
"He who loves the more is the inferior and must suffer."
MEG & MAX FALL IN LOVE
This video warms my heart. I know Meg, a former roller derby queen and research biologist, and Max, an extraordinary artist. And so, when I see this video of how they met, I feel all warm and fuzzy all over again.
Sweet burning honey
The candle on my desk
makes no flame
lies flaccid in white wax
not like me
burning in my mind
finding the word immolation
attractive.
~Tito Titus
"Perhaps it was not love. Perhaps it was only addiction."
I read today that death cannot kill love; it can only postpone it. But really, I think it depends on who dies.
~Poet on Fire
(Source: poetfire)
LOVE FOR SALE
Manzanita
The sweat on her back
and her upper lip
long low sighs
of west coast wind
kitchen window ajar
too many coats of paint
to close the deal
like time after time
on springs too old
to be quiet when pounded
the story repeated
until it didn’t.
~Tito Titus
(Source: titotitus)
"Franco said to Anita, ‘I want you in all of your wholesomeness. On this beach, Under this moon. Tonight. Your white dress reflects the surges of tide, your white dress hangs loosely about you, your white dress waves in the ocean breeze. Let me be your witness. Let me declare you.’"
Bob does it again
I think I’m in love with an undertaker, Bob said.
In love? I asked.
No. I guess that’s too strong a word. But I am certainly fascinated and…uh…okay, infatuated.
Really.
Yeah, really.
So. I remember when you said you were seeing a Mafia hit man’s wife. You said it was the most exciting thing you had ever done.
This is different. I made that up. But now, what’s happening, it’s real.
Ahhhhh, I see. So what do you know about her?
Nothing, really.
~ttt
(Source: titotitus)
"It was on the upper and inner part of her gentle thigh that he touched her. He did did not go “too far.” But it was close, of course. She said nothing, though her breath might have spoken. Nothing happened. Really."
"A lifetime shared can’t possibly be dull."
"There on the beach, Felix offered up his love on a plate. Samantha said, “Oh! You are so sweet!” And that is where they spent the night. In the morning the tide washed away their memories."
Good night, poet
I feel soft and loony
like a silver bell in love
with the bed upstairs
and the warm woman
that sleeps and waits.
—pof
