kiss me a little:
darkens and is alive –
o live with me in the fewness of
—e. e. cummings, from “XLVIII” (via litverve)
… but while there was loving to be had she loved a lifetime’s worth and that made all the difference.
The story of my life…
Tonight I am an amalgam of breathy sighs into a lover’s neck. I am the elegant curve of an arched back and proffered breasts. I am the startling sound of a flock of birds exploding from a bush. The taste of salt on a lover’s skin. I am the smell of ozone and the rumble of thunder as the horizon darkens. The feeling of thighs tightening around your hips. The rush of wind before a summer storm. The growl of a V8. The feeling of sliding into a cool pond of water when the summer heat stains the air gold. I am the feeling of teeth gently worrying at the skin of your neck. The burn of tequila fumes climbing up your throat. I am the feeling of fingertips sliding up bare thighs and the heated, thundering pulse that’s keeping count of how long it takes you to get there.
Let it come, the night—
I can take it all, right now,
and burn it to the ground
and you beneath it.
I will love you into ash
and make the sunrise red.
—Peregrine (via youreyesblazeout)